“Maybe you can help her, Vivienne,” Solomon suggests. “You have your powers back.”
I whip my face to hers. “That’s right. I totally forgot about that.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Your blood might work,” Larsson says, appearing in his human form out of nowhere. His hair and suit are pristine, as if he just walked out of aGQphoto shoot.
I tense for a second, then realize there’s nothing he could do to me that would hurt me more than Sophie not opening her eyes.
Vivi nods. “Okay. I’ll try.”
“Hold on a second,” Lucca interrupts. “You don’t even know who she is. If she came with that one over there, she must be the ene?—”
“Sophie is not the enemy,” I grit out. “She’s the woman I love.”
Vivi and Lucca both stare at me with wide eyes. I haven’t had a chance to share with them what happened while they were in Ellnesari. This isn’t how I wanted to tell them about Sophie, but I don’t care about their opinion as long as Vivi brings her back.
“I’ll help her, Vaughn, or try at least.”
I glare at Lucca, daring him to open his piehole again. He doesn’t offer any more objections, but he keeps staring at Igor through a narrowed gaze. I can feel the hatred pouring from them in waves.
“I don’t have a knife to cut my wrist,” she says after a moment.
“I’ll do it for you, love.” Lucca drops into a crouch next to her and gently bites her wrist.
Blood drips from the puncture wounds when Vivi applies pressure. She quickly brings her wrist to Sophie’s lips, and I open her mouth to help.
“Come on, Soph. Come back to me.”
Some of Vivi’s blood gets inside Sophie’s mouth, but she’s not swallowing it, so it probably won’t help at all. Nothing happens for a minute, and I begin to lose hope that Vivi will be able to bring Sophie back from hibernation.
“That’s enough blood donation.” Lucca pulls Vivi’s hand away and licks the wound to seal it shut.
She looks at me with her heart in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Vaughn.”
I pull Sophie against my chest, fighting the tightness in my throat. “Thank you for trying.”
Sophie gasps suddenly, her body becoming tense. Her eyes fly open, and they’re crimson instead of lavender. Lucca pulls Vivi to her feet and away from us.
“Hold on to her, boy,” Solomon pipes up. “She might be in bloodlust.”
“Sophie. It’s me. Vaughn.”
She blinks fast, focusing on my face. Relief washes over me when her eyes return to normal and the tension between her brows softens. “What happened?”
“You did too much and went into hibernation,” Igor replies.
Tish rubs her back against Sophie’s arm. “Don’t scare us like that, Soph. I can’t go another hundred years without you around.”
“She hibernated for over a hundred years? Isn’t that too long?” Vivi asks.
“Yes. It’s thanks to Boone,” Tish blurts out. “I owe you my thanks for getting rid of that asshole, Lucca.”
“Glad to do it.”
“What did Boone have to do with Miss Soph—” Igor stops suddenly, his eyes widening. I know he just connected the dots. “No… he did not.”
“Please, I don’t want to talk about him or what he did.”
