A cold, clawed hand.

A startlingly familiar hand.

My sire’s hand.

Twenty

Transfusion

He wrenched my head back, hard. “What a nest of vipers you’ve fallen into.”

I shuddered. “All I have to do is scream, and—”

“But you won’t.” His fingers slid across my shoulders, dipping into the neck of my shirt. “Because you don’t want to fight me.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to fight you.” I clenched my teeth. “I want them to come up here and tear you to pieces.”

The unmistakable chill of metal pressed against my throat.

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s going to go to pieces here.” He drew the blade across my neck, and though I barely felt the sting of the cut, a warm cascade of blood wet the front of my shirt. Blood gurgled from my mouth.

“That should take care of your annoying talking problem.”

I heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs, but my vision swam. I couldn’t see who it was.

When I heard her call a farewell over her shoulder, I recognized Rachel’s voice.

If I could have called out, I would have. But Cyrus quickly backed into the narrow alley beside the building, dragging me with him.

“Imagine that. They’re all leaving.” He lowered his head and lapped at the blood flowing from my neck. “And you don’t have much time.”

He raised the knife again, and I was too weak to dodge it. The blade split my sternum, and for a terrifying moment I thought he’d struck my heart.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Carrie,” he whispered against my ear as he sawed the blade upward. “If I punctured your heart, you’d be nothing but a pile of dust. No fun for Nathan to find you that way.”

As he wedged his fingers between my separated rib cage, his memories flashed through my mind.

The Soul Eater’s sadistic face filled my vision. “Hold still, boy. Your brother didn’t carry on so!”

My bones and cartilage cracked as Cyrus yanked my chest open. When I screamed in agony, I gagged on my blood.

The pictures in my head scrambled and jumped. I saw the face of the dead woman I’d seen before, the same one I’d seen beside Cyrus at the dinner party. She laughed and trailed her finger down the scar on Cyrus’s chest. “And why would I let him do that?” she asked.

Her mocking wounded him. “So we can be together forever.”

My vision cleared, and I saw Cyrus looming above me, his hands and clothes drenched in my blood. “And you’ll be with me forever.”

Those evil bells jingled again. I had no idea how long I’d been lying there. I couldn’t see Cyrus, but I heard his voice from somewhere in the alley. “If you live through the night.”

The blood on my shirt wasn’t warm anymore. It was nearly frozen to my skin. In the gap between the buildings, I saw no stars in the cold, clear sky.