With another Darkness.
One thatwecontrol.
Sowecan be the masters instead of the puppets.
I pushSyrsee off meand get to my feet. Paul looks up, unable to hide the panic in his eyes. This was all his idea, but that idea to make a new race of vampire in order to save the vampire came long before the man he’s holding in his arms right now.
And he’s having doubts.
I knew this was coming. And I have prepared for it.
If he turns on me—if he betrays me—he will regret it. And I want him to know this.
I refuse to be a slave. I refuse.
This moment, the very one he promised me all those hundreds of years ago when all I wanted was death, is here.
But we haven’t won yet.
Ryet must die and Paul needs to accept it.
The moment I finish this thought he speaks it out loud. “He’s going to die.” Paul’s words come out matter-of-factly. And I give him a lot of credit for the even tone of his voice as he speaks his worst fear out loud.
“Heisgoing to die, Paul.” I say it too, my voice even as well. Because he needs to hear it. Hemustaccept it.
It’s Ryet. Or us.
