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I was losing my grip.

His eyes changed. They started taking on that red color again.

Oh, my God, this is it, I’ve lost my mind. I never woke up today. The migraine wasn’t a migraine. It killed me. I died, and this is some sort of limbo. Or maybe it’s hell.

No.

A voice. A voice that voice was louder and stronger than the panicked one trying to convince me I’d died of a brain hemorrhage.

Listen to him. Accept it. Move on from it. You’re not going to lose yourself. You’re going to move forward from this, but you have to start listening to him and thinking rationally.

I wanted with every ounce of my being to lean away from him, but I didn’t.

“All right. I’m listening. I’m believing. And you’re trying to tell me that you’re an actual vampire.”

“Correct.” His teeth started lengthening again.

No, not his teeth. His fangs.

Bile churned around in my stomach, and I realized vaguely that I hadn’t eaten all day. Probably a good thing—otherwise, I would’ve covered us both in what was left of it.

“And even though I don’t have witch powers, I am half-witch.”

“Also correct.”

“And… somebody might hurt me for that. Or worse.”

He paused. Frowned. “Correct.”

I took a deep breath.

It sounded ridiculous.

I wanted it to be ridiculous.

But the man was showing me proof of what he claimed.

He had fangs, for Christ’s sake. Not the kind he had to glue on to his regular teeth, either.

I wasn’t imagining or hallucinating. I was really seeing it. They grew before my eyes.

“You’re really a vampire.”

He nodded, and when he spoke, he did through the fangs which touched his bottom lip even when his mouth was open.

“I am.”