Vincent POV
The sound of Myra’s cry cut straight through my chest. The sight of the blood did worse.
Her nose streamed red, and fresh blood bubbled from the corner of her mouth. She made a thin choking sound. I caught her before she fell forward, lifting her into my arms in one motion. Her small fingers clung to my collar, slick with tears.
“Get the car,” I said. Every guard in the manor scattered at once.
Delilah shrank into the corner of the room, eyes wide. “She must have reacted badly to the medicine. I did not know. I should have checked the bottle. I thought it was fine.”
I did not answer her. Myra convulsed once in my arms, and a second thin ribbon of blood trailed over her lip. Nothing mattered except the terrible heat beneath my palm and the rapid pulse fluttering against my
