Lina's POV
"Lina." His voice had gone breathless, almost tender. "You wouldn't."
I pressed harder. A thin line of blood welled beneath my claws, and he gasped.
"You don't know what I am anymore, Damon." I felt Vesper snarl the words with me, our voices braided into something not entirely human. "Neither do I. Do you really want to find out? Tonight? With your throat under my hand?"
The doctors had gone still. Beyond the open door, the hall was waking up — boots, voices, the whole apparatus of Damon's little empire realizing something had gone wrong.
I could never fight my way through all of them. Two months pregnant, shaking with adrenaline. But I didn't need to fight them. I only needed him.
"Walk," I told him. "Toward the door. And if you so much as think about signal
