Chapter Sixty-Two
I’d hurt him, or worse.
‘Kill him, keep him. Turn him. Ours.’
The demon’s words floated through my head. The same thing I’d heard when I woke up and seen Omen feeding on Derrick.
“Nevie, open up.” Talon’s voice was clear despite being through the door.
Shaking my head, I dragged my hands over my face. Feeling the bumps and ridges, I let out a sob. He must think I’m a monster now, a monster like the things that he hunted. A monster like the things he killed.
My throat felt tight and I slid down to the floor, trying to suck in a breath.
“Nevie.” Talon said, and I could hear the steady thump of his heart through the door calling to me like a siren.
How was I supposed to be around my best friend if I wanted to sink my fangs into his neck and drink his blood while
