“Take more,” I urged her.
Luna’s eyes remained shut, but her hand reached up, wrapping around mine. She pulled my wrist towards her, her mouth latching around my flesh.
And she drank.
The beating of her heart grew stronger, and life reentered her as she pulled my blood into her body.
My shadows flooded out of me, surrounding us both. Nothing else mattered. Not the temple filled with dead vampires. Not Mother. Not Roman’s last words.
The only thing that mattered was Luna.
I stared at her as she drank, encouraging her to take as much blood as she needed.
When her eyes opened once more, would they still be brown?
Or would they be black, filled with shadows and secrets and darkness?
Even as I wondered, I knew the truth. This was one choice I would have made again, and again, and again. If she hated me for this, then she hated me.
But at least she would be alive.
The End… for now