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Fifty-Four

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Everything hurts.

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I should be dead.

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Yet, it hurts.

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More than anything, my gums ache.

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“Hey, I got you, you’re okay.”

Alec?

No, but it is a voice I vaguely recognize. Like very vaguely .

“This isn’t what I expected to find.”

Right. Arthur and Violet mentioned a vampire would be on his way. Is this him? Which means, any moment now, I’m about to be drained dry, right? For the cure.

Shit.

“You need blood, Miss Sinclair, and fast. And then, you and I will wait for the real show.”

Blood? Show?

I’d ask but everything feels so weighted, and blackness envelops me again.