watched. I smelled the death in Jason and my heart swelled that I could give him this gift.
This mercy.
“Listen to the music,” I murmured.
“Pretty,” he said and closed his eyes, his dark lashes thick upon his cheek. He’d never awaken again and I was fiercely glad of that. I bent my head to his sweet neck, tore the flesh and drank until he was gone.
Until he was at peace for ever.
Micah brushed my fingertips across the two puncture marks, showing me how to remove the proof of our presence. His hand was warm over mine, protective. As I stared at Jason, finally so tranquil, I was fiercely glad of the choice I’d made. I had become something new, and was determined to use my power as Micah did.
For mercy.
So, I smiled when Micah took my hand in his and I squeezed his fingers in mine. His eyes glowed with promise.
I went willingly. There was so much to learn, and all the time to do it. I had been waiting for this opportunity and I knew that I – we – would make the most of it.
For ever.