“Dammit,” he said.
“You do not seem happy that Drago is alive,” Blade said, his fingers tightening around the cup.
Alexander shook his head. “I am. But he is in the damn underworld. How are we going to get him back? I do not want to give her hope and then take it away again.”
“There is more,” Blade said.
“There is?”
“Yes.” Blade placed the cup on the bedside table and focused on Alexander. “The chasm is opening again. It looks like we are going to have another war.”
“Fuck.” Alexander dragged a hand down his face. “Your blood. There is something in it that is opening the chasm.”
“How?”
“I do not know. But from what I saw, it has already happened. From the moment you woke up. The blood from the stake opened the chasm slightly.”
“There is no telling what the demons have done since then,” Alexander said.
“Yes. My vision was showing the past.”
“Fuck. Knowing them, they probably already have an army of those demons waiting,” Alexander said, frustration tightening his voice. “We need to warn the others.”
“Yes. Everyone must prepare for whatever is coming,” Blade said. “I will go with you to explain my vision.”
“Will you be alright? Do you not need to…”
“No. I fed enough. We can leave anytime.”
There was a soft knock at the door and Alexander knew they would not be leaving yet. His parents would want to hear everything too.
“Come in,” Alexander said.
He groaned as his parents stepped into view, hope shining in their eyes, breaking his heart.
Chapter 27
Boaz
Boaz rubbed his hands against his thighs as the truck sped down the highway. He was nervous, and he couldn’t shake the bad feeling sitting in his chest. Something bad was about to happen, he could feel it.
He wondered where Alexander was, and what was wrong with Blade.
Who the hell was Blade?
The vampire had left in such a hurry, looking concerned, and Boaz couldn’t help but think Blade was someone important to Alexander. Someone who would make him run at the first sign of trouble.
Fuck.
He didn’t want Alexander worrying about anyone else but him. Boaz shook his head as his chest tightened from the possessive feeling rising inside him.
Manlius hissed beside him, making Boaz turn. The sorcerer’s hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his body trembling.
“What the hell?”
“Are you alright?” Boaz asked.
Manlius nodded, biting his bottom lip. “You’re giving off very strong emotions right now. It’s hard for me not to feed from it. I’m trying, but it’s really difficult.”