Page 110 of Burn Falls

“Will it hurt?”

“No.” He shook his head. “The part that hurts has passed. You were unconscious for it.”

Draven passed me the glass, and the smell was overwhelming. It smelled as though it was the finest dessert I could imagine. As if every one of my favorite desserts were in that glass. Without much hesitation, I downed it, licking every surface to get the last drop before he poured me more.

“I never knew blood tasted this good.” I twirled my finger around the inside of the glass to get every drop.

“There’s a lot to learn. And before you get sucked out of the house, we need to call Martin.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Remember he technically owns the house?”

“You can’t extend the invite?”

“Has to be a human, so vampires don’t overtake the world.” Draven smiled.

“Oh, right. An unspoken rule.” I continued to lick every surface of the glass. “It doesn’t need to be in person though?”

“No.” Draven dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After he hit some buttons, he held it to his ear. “Marty.”

“What’s wrong?”

I could hear Martin speaking on the other end, and my brows furrowed at his question. Did Draven only call when something was wrong?

Draven rubbed the back of his neck. “Calla had an accident.”

“Is she okay?” Martin asked.

Draven’s gaze met mine. “She is now.”

There was a brief pause before Martin asked, “What do you mean ‘she is now’? When was the accident and why are you just calling now—in the middle of the fucking night? You know I sleep at this hour.”

“It happened earlier tonight.” Draven’s gaze flicked to mine.

“Just spit it out.” I rolled my eyes.

“And she’s—”

Draven cut him off. “I had to turn her to save her.”

Silence.

More silence.

I set my glass on the nightstand and reached my hand out, asking for the phone. Draven handed it to me.

“Hey, Martin, it’s Calla.”

“Is it true?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“Amazing. You have no idea.”

“I think Marse will be jealous.”