Terror flooded her body, fright and disbelief seizing her heart in a fist. Her mind slipped into madness.
“No!” She took off, running in any direction as long as it was away from him.
She felt him following her, and she threw her legs out harder and faster. She ran until she couldn't breathe, until she was blinded by exhaustion and her thighs were screaming. She ran flat-out and still he followed.
She fell down onto grass, sobbing.
Curling into a ball, as if to shield herself from blows, she wept.
When he picked her up she didn't fight him.
What was the use? If this was a dream, she would wake up eventually. And if it was the truth…
She was going to need him to explain a hell of a lot more than just her father's life.
As Wrath carried Beth back down to the chamber, fear and confusion poured out of her in waves of distress. He laid her down on the bed and yanked the top sheet free so he could wrap her up. Then he went to the couch and sat down, thinking she'd appreciate the space.
Eventually she shifted around, and he felt her eyes on him.
“I'm waiting to wake up. To have the alarm go off,” she said hoarsely. “But it's not going to, is it?”
He shook his head.
“How is this possible? How…” She cleared her throat. “Vampires?”
“We're just a different species.”
“Bloodsuckers. Killers.”
“Try persecuted minority. Which was why your father was hoping you wouldn't go through the change.”
“Change?”
He nodded grimly.
“Oh, God.” She clamped her hand over her mouth as if she were going to be sick. “Don't tell me I'm going to…”
A shock wave of panic came out of her, creating a breeze through the room that reached him in a cool rush. He couldn't bear her anguish and wanted to do something to ease her. Except compassion wasn't among his strengths.
If only there were something he could fight for her.
Yeah, well, there was nothing at the moment. Nothing. The truth wasn't a target he could eliminate. And it wasn't her enemy, even though it hurt her. It just… was.
He stood up and approached the bed. When she didn't shrink away from him, he sat down. The tears she shed smelled like spring rain.
“What's going to happen to me?” she murmured.
The desperation in her voice suggested she was talking to God, not him. But he answered anyway.
“Your change is coming fast. It hits all of us sometime around our twenty-fifth birthday. I'll teach you how to take care of yourself. I'll show you what to do.”
“Good God…”
“After you go through it, you're going to need to drink.”
She choked and jerked upright. “I'm not killing anyone!”
“It's not like that. You need the blood of a male vampire. That's all.”
“That's all,” she repeated in a dead tone.
“We don't prey on humans. That's an old wives' tale.”
“You've never taken a… human?”
“Not to drink from them,” he hedged. “There are some vampires who do, but the strength doesn't last long. To thrive, we need to feed off our own race.”
“You make it all sound so normal.”
“It is.”
She fell silent. And then, as if it just dawned on her, “You're going to let me—”
“You're going to drink from me. When it's time.”
She let out a strangled sound, like she'd wanted to cry out, but her gag reflex had kicked in.
“Beth, I know this is hard—”
“You do not.”
“—because I had to go through it, too.”
She looked at him. “Did you learn you were one out of the blue also?”
It wasn't a challenge. More like she was hoping she had common ground with someone. Anyone.
“I knew who my parents were,” he said, “but they were dead by the time my transition hit. I was alone. I didn't know what to expect. So I know what the confusion feels like.”
Her body fell back against the pillows. “Was my mother one, too?”
“She was human, from what Darius told me. Vampires have been known to breed with them, although it's rare for the infants to survive.”
“Can I stop the change? Can I stop this from happening?”
He shook his head.
“Does it hurt?”
“You're going to feel—”
“Not me. Will I hurt you?”
Wrath swallowed his surprise. No one worried about him. Vampires and humans alike feared him. His race worshiped him. But none were ever concerned for him. He didn't know how to handle the sentiment.
“No. It won't hurt me.”
“Could I kill you?”
“I won't let you.”
“Promise?” she said urgently, sitting up and gripping his forearm.