“She died…”
“She couldn’t go on. I don’t know everything, but watching her eternal die destroyed her. I suppose it’s not just the sword that could kill a vampire, but the loss of your eternal as well.”
I slumped my shoulders and covered my face with my hands. I’d never felt so lost in my life.
“Sam?”
I lifted my head and looked into his purple eyes…ha, purple, now it made sense.
“I need to be alone right now, Lukas. I need to think.”
“Of course, I’ll just go to my study.”
“No, I’m going to go home.”
“Home?”
I stood on shaky legs. “Give me time, Lukas.”
When I walked away, it was as if my heart were tearing in two. But while time was my greatest enemy, it was what I needed right now.
CHAPTER FORTY
Lukas
It had beenforty-eight hours since Sam had left. I’d texted him, letting him know I was here to talk or answer questions. He’d simply said thanks. I supposed it was good he wasn’t leaving me on read or anything like that.
“Sir, is there anything I can get you?” Winston had asked me that a lot over the last two days.
“Sam.”
He was silent for a second before he stepped farther into the room. “Would you like me to go talk to him?”
I went from staring out the window to looking at Winston. “How would that help?”
“I’m human, sir. My family devoted their lives to serving. I love my life, but I don’t wish to be a vampire. I understand a little of what he might be thinking.”
“Hmm.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Can I ask why you have no desire to be a vampire?”
“Of course. I don’t want to live forever. I feel fulfilled. I wouldn’t want to watch friends surpass me and die, it’s not whoI am. But I also am not sick, I haven’t been dealt a horrible hand like Sam, or been mortally wounded like you. If either of those things happened to me, perhaps my desires would change.” He frowned. “I know he’s your eternal, and that you love him. Losing him will destroy you.”
“He has so many dreams, Winston. I didn’t understand why he had a bucket list, I didn’t get why he was so bubbly and why no matter how much I wanted nothing to do with him, he persisted.”
“And now you do?”
“He has been grateful for every pain-free, peaceful moment he’s been given. He saw my sadness and made it his mission to prove I wasn’t alone and that everything would be okay.”
“He made you like humans again?”
I snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
Winston chuckled. “Perhaps he was dedicated because he is your eternal. He was drawn to you.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I can speak with him if you’d like, but perhaps if you haven’t heard from him by next week, you could go get some ice cream.”
“Thank you, Winston.”
