will upon them— No goddess, god, or guardian angel deaths until I
say so. As for your kind, I will issue mandatory blood donation. It shouldn’t
be too hard. Don’t you worry about the technical side of things.”
“And if the vampires don’t want to conform
to your new law?”
“Kill them.”
A nervous chuckle left my lips. “I don’t
know how to fight and I can barely use my magic. You chose the wrong girl.”
“Did I?” His lips separated into a smile,
exposing his fangs.
I shivered as he stared at me, like he knew
something I didn’t.
“You have no idea who your father is, do
you?”
What was he talking about? I repeated his
words over and over in my mind. Why wouldn’t they make any sense? What did my
father have to do with anything?
“Did anyone tell you why Hank’s venom
couldn’t fully turn you? Did they tell you why he came back for you a year
later?”
I heard a low growl escape from Eli’s
chest.
“Mr Aleksandrov told me a charm had been put
on me as a baby, preventing the venom from turning me completely.”
“How creative.” Lucian snickered, the other
vampires joined in. “And incorrect.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek in thought.
I hadn’t thought about my father. My mother told me he’d bailed on us, plain
and simple. I didn’t ask any more questions because I didn’t care. As for Mr
Aleksandrov, why would he lie to me? What would he get out of it?
“Why should I believe a word you say?”
“Because I’m the only one telling you the
truth.”
I couldn’t help but glance at Eli. He was
watching me curiously, apologetically.
“Did you and Ivan lie to me?” I asked
quietly.
The vampires shifted in their seats,
leaning closer, making sure they didn’t miss anything. Ludiia dashed over to
Eli and leaned against him, claiming him. The jealousy she forced into my chest
distracted me from keeping my eyes solely on him. She was smirking at my
frustration.
The territorial feeling that surged through
my body felt alien-like. Only Eli De Luca could make me feel things I’ve never
felt before.
“Ruby, you don’t want to get into this.”
His voice was hard.
“What’s the real story?” I asked Lucian,
ignoring Eli’s comment.
I didn’t know if I could trust what Lucian
said, but I had a backup plan. Eli wouldn’t lie to me now, not after everything
we’d been through together.
“Tamzin!” Lucian called.
A tall Indonesian man walked in through a
flap in the side of the door. He wasn’t like me or Eli, he wasn’t even a
vampire. He was human. Tamzin’s skin was a deep olive; his hair was slicked back,
exposing a narrow face and high cheekbones.
“Bring him in.”
“No, don’t do this, Lucian. If this goes wrong,
you could destroy everything,” Eli shouted.
“Do you think you can order me around? You’re
nothing more than a lowly guardian. You’re disposable, replaceable.” His voice
was icy and flat.
All I could get out of my brain were words.
Not formed in sentences or anything that made sense. Was he going to bring in
my father? Was my dad a vampire? I couldn’t help but feel like my brain was
short circuiting and it needed rebooting.
“Wait,” I called to Tamzin. He turned to
face me. “I accept.”
“Ruby!” Eli growled at me.
“But on a few conditions.”
“Name it.”
“You do not touch anyone at Sage Sanctum.
You do not tell me anything about me until I ask. Any more information and I’m
going to have nervous breakdown. Lastly, you give me a week to say goodbye to
my friends.”
“And you reinstate me as her guardian angel,”
Eli added.
“No.” I panicked.
“I’m not letting you do this alone.”
Everyone else in the room faded away. I
wasn’t paying attention to them. It was just Eli and I talking now.
“I won’t put your life at risk again, please,”
I begged.
“I’m not giving you a choice,” Eli said
through clenched teeth.
His eyes were filled with frustration, a
pleading frustration. I
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