Scott was holding an unconscious Ava, fangs bared like he didn't have a single care in the world.
His crimson eyes glowed in, and a low snarl rolled from his chest, making my knees weaken beneath me.
Oh my God.
So Scott was a…
My throat closed up. I couldn't even say the word, but the thought alone terrified me.
A vampire.
Those fangs.
Scott's gaze flicked toward Nicklaus, and he scoffed. "Guess he was too weak to do something. Predictable, since he had lost his stupid heart to the girl. But either way," he sneered, "you give him to me, I give you Ava, and we will be on our merry way."
There was silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.
My heart hammered so loudly I thought it would burst through my ribs.
I turned, trembling, to Nicklaus.
His face was shadowed, unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw told me everything
The question clawed out of my throat before I could stop it.
"You… you're just like him, aren't you? A vampire." My voice cracked.
