RUBY.
We watched with shock as the events played out. We had hoped that our ruse would cause Mab to say or do something without thinking, blinded by her own emotions. However, none of us had expected that. Tristan was lying on the cold, stone floor, his blood pooling around him. He looked weak, fragile. His wounds had already begun to close, thanks to his vampire healing. The vines had torn through his midsection, so it wouldn't kill him. It would, however, leave him in a bad way. It would take a long time for him to recover from this. He looked up at me, his eyes looking tired. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He reached up towards me with a pale, boney finger and gestured for me to come closer. I shook my head, chuckling slightly. I wasn't going to fall for that. He needed blood
