Theymusthavehadtracking on his phone because Corry didn’t send a location or anything. Just one word, “help.” And five minutes later, Vin’s Rolls-Royce was in front of the house.
I went to the window, eager to see my other mates.
Vin stepped out from the driver’s seat. Then Eros exited the passenger side a beat later.
I chewed my lower lip, wondering why Sterling hadn’t come with them. Had he not been alerted?
Maybe the youngblood was too scared to tell the oldest Knight prince.
It’s not like this was a simple mistake with an easy cleanup.
This was a major, catastrophic fuck-up on Corry’s part.
And while Sterling was the best at cleaning up messes of this kind of caliber, disappointing him was like rubbing salt in a wound.
Eros stepped into the house first, giving a low whistle as he took in the shocking scene. “Fuckin’ hell, Cor. This is bad.”
Vincent crouched down beside Corry and his dying mother, something almost akin to pity glittering in his eyes. “This is what you get for skipping your pills again.”
Eros leaned over Cora, tutting at the sight of her gaping throat wound. “Those pills don’t seem to work on him, Feral.”
“Then we’ll have Sharpe double his dosage.”
“That doesn’t help now,” Corry sobbed into his mother’s chest, rocking her with her last few breaths.
Vin’s brow drew into a heavy scowl as he realized this wasn’t just some random house the young prince had broken into. “You know these people?” Before Corry could answer, the fae’s line of sight lifted to the blood-splattered family portrait on the wall. “Gods. We told you to stay away from your family.”
“Family?” Eros turned around, brows shooting up. “Jesus, Cor. You’re lucky all three are still alive. Barely.”
Corry lifted his head, his face smeared with his mother’s blood. “I–I don’t even know what happened. I don’t remember doing this.”
“That’s how it goes when you’re freshly turned. Feral was just as bad when he was a youngblood,” Eros said.
“Guys. You have to help me.”
Eros and Vincent swapped a dark look. Vin gave all three dying Crosses an appraising look, then heaved a troubled growl. “Best thing we can do for them now is make their deaths quick and ease their suffering.”
Corry bared his fangs, his arms banding tighter around his unconscious mother. “No! We have to turn them.”
The look Vincent gave the younger vampire broke my heart. He’d always had a soft spot for the youngblood from the very beginning. “I want to help them, Cor. But not like that. You know Sterling wouldn’t allow it.”
Eros’ lips slashed with a frown. “He knows that, Feral. That’s why he left Ster out of the text.”
“Please!” Corry begged. “Fucking do it! Death isn’t better than being a vampire.”
Vin scoffed. “Says the youngblood who’s been a vampire for all of a week. If you’re going to be one of us, you have to accept some of our rules. The Knight princes don’t turn people. We’re not makers. We never will be.”
“Why?”
“Because we know the fresh hell it is, being forced into this life,” Eros answered. “What kind of hypocritical fucks would we be if we pulled the same evil shit as the vampire king?”
“Master saved my life!”
The entire room went dead still, and for a second, I feared for Corry by the look of pure murder that gleamed in Vin’s eyes. “He was the one that hit you in the first place.”
“It was an accident.”
The hybrid bared his fangs. “The vampire king doesn’t have accidents.”
