Everything was teeth and breathless pain.
Evangeline tried to escape. She tried to cry out.
She thought she heard Honora cry out as well. But Chaos didn’t release her. One of his hands held her neck while his lips drank her blood. He drank and drank, draining her with violent pulls of his mouth and tongue and the occasional scrape of teeth, piercing more skin and drawing more blood.
She could feel it rushing from her veins to his mouth, leaving so fast her heart couldn’t keep up.
Honora started pleading.
Evangeline tried to hit Chaos, but she couldn’t muster the strength to move her hands. She couldn’t even open her eyes. Her body was heavy, and her head was light. All she could feel were Chaos’s teeth, cutting deeper to take even more—
“Castor, no!” Jacks shouted.
The vampire was wrenched away.
Evangeline started to fall, and then Jacks was there. Her eyes were too heavy to open—but she could feel him. He held her with the type of intensity that only happens when a person wants something that isn’t quite theirs.
But she was. She just needed to tell him she loved him.
“Evangeline—” His voice was hoarse. “Come back to me.…”
I’m not dead, she tried to say. But there was something wrong with her throat. And it seemed Jacks couldn’t hear her thoughts.
He silently held her tighter and pressed his forehead to hers. She wasn’t sure if he was crying or if she was, but there was wet on her cheeks. It felt a lot like tears. And then she felt …
Nothing.
