Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Pointing at the bloody tracks still on her flesh, I say, “Look, it’s disappearing.”
I’ve never in my life seen this happen before. Blood doesn’t get absorbed by someone’s skin. Not even vampires.
Asher bites his own wrist and drips his blood on her hand. But we’re torn away from our discovery when Andrei and Chloe reappear out of thin air.
“What are you two doing?” Andrei asks, watching as Asher drips blood onto Alena.
“She’s absorbing blood,” Asher explains, and points at the blood on her hand.
“Impossible,” Andrei says, moving closer to observe.
We watch Asher’s blood do absolutely nothing. It only pools on Alena’s hand and drips down her fingers.
“What the fuck?” I growl in annoyance. “Watch.”
I bite down hard on my palm. Squeezing my hand into a fist, my blood streams onto her arm. My blood doesn’t instantly disappear, but it absorbs faster.
“Gods below,” Andrei murmurs quietly, and bends so close to Alena’s arm, he almost gets blood on his nose. “She’s absorbing it.”
“Does this fit with what you said upstairs?” Chloe asks.
“What is she talking about?” I ask Andrei.
Still hunched over Alena, he answers, “Alena wouldn’t let me take her blood to analyze, so I got what little I could from the chunk of wood.”
“And?” I press as I fight down another burst of nausea.
Pulling away from Alena, Andrei scratches the back of his head. “It’s not possible.”
“What’s not possible?” Asher and I ask at the same time.
Sighing, Andrei turns to us. “I triple-checked it, and if I want an absolute confirmation, I need to take her blood. But from what I’ve analyzed so far, she has two types of blood warring inside of her. Hers and another vampire’s.”
“I haven’t given…” my words trail off.
I haven’t given any blood to her. I know it for a fact.
None of my brothers have, either.
“This so-called prophet,” Asher says, and then his face is furious. “Are you saying the Order has a vampire working for them?”
Andrei paces away from the bed. His agitation showing as he roughly rubs his eyes.
“I don’t want to believe it, either,” Andrei says. “But given what we know, it looks like it.”
“This is all fucking conjecture at this point!” I grit out between my teeth. The pain is coming again in another powerful blast. “We need to wake her, and she needs to be turned right away. Whatever’s inside her is killing her.”
“How do we wake her?” Asher asks.
“She absorbed your blood, Raphael,” Chloe says. “Why not Asher’s?”
The realization smacks me in the head.
Because she’s my soulmarked.
She’s mine, and no one else can claim her.
“Mother, stay with me, please.” I turn to face everyone. “Asher, Andrei, leave. Keep the hallways clear.”
“What are you planning?” Asher asks me.
“I’m going to flood Alena with me. The blood in her system that’s still hers will respond to mine,” I say calmly, but I fear this could kill us both. “Alena and I are going to war. But I need you to get me something first.”
“Anything,” Asher says, his eyes filled with worry. “But why do you need Chloe?”
“To protect Alena’s modesty,” I explain curtly. “Bring me a knife.”
In a flurry of movements, a sharp knife is placed in my hand. And it will serve just fine for what I’m about to ask Chloe to do.
The door to the room shuts shortly after I sit down on the bed beside Alena.
“Chloe…” I start, and for a moment I doubt this will work.
But I have no other options.
Chloe’s gentle voice helps soothe my nerves. “What is it, Raphael?”
“I can only open up one wrist at a time,” I say.
Another wave of nausea almost overwhelms my composure.
Chloe peers at the knife I hold in my right hand with a frown.
Offering the knife to Chloe, I explain, “I need you to slit my wrist. The one that will be directly over her mark. My wounds will close quickly because I’m so full of blood. So you’ll have to do it… often.”
She tentatively accepts the knife. “What will you be doing?”
I grimace at the decision I’m making for Alena. “I’ll be biting my other wrist and feeding her as much as I can.”
There’s a very real possibility this could break the bond and kill us both, but do I really have a choice?
Ripping open Alena’s shirt, I expose the beautiful mark between her breasts. Placed directly over her heart.
Is it wrong that even now my eyes want to focus on her chest? And the way her hard nipples poke through her bra?
Am I fixating on her body because it’s perfection? Or simply because I want to see what has been held away from me?
“Tell me when you’re ready, Raphael,” Chloe says gently.
I know what I’m asking of her won’t be easy. There will be a lot of blood, shiny metal, and open wounds.
And she, herself, was only turned days ago.