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Tegan

My view of reality was foggy

Ethan stood on the edge of the roof, his body shilow Hundreds of vah he was a miracle made into flesh

My ic showed me a vision of the entire city, where it seee into this indestructible, extraordinary being No matter where they were, they bowed Some in fear, others in awe

The blood that rushed through his system wasn’t merely his, but mine, too And I felt his power like a physical pulse The black chaos mist retreated from the huone to regroup, laying low until he could figure out how to approach this turn of events

Ethan’s strong, fa the vampires to cease their violence on the human population His Romanian accent was more dominant than it had been before; the modern cadence less evident

The va his orders with renewed enthusias up at hi for all this titons, of Jereun, and the possibilities were endless

I was slu down at the varoups as they cleared away the dead bodies and carnage that had drowned the city in a sea of blood and mess

I wondered in horror just how ht

Then, arms as hard as steel wrapped around me and lifted me, and my dizzy head sank into the crook of Ethan’s neck, y was vastly depleted from blood loss He started to move at vampire speed, faster even than before I couldn’t handle the whooshing colours, and I slipped in and out of consciousness

Then I slept

When I woke up my head and my eyes felt sore It was like I’d been asleep for days I lay naked on a bed that wasn’t yptian cotton sheet coveredlimbs

The ere wide open, and nising Ethan’s bedroom in his house on the south side of the river The house Whitfield had exiled him from

I sat up, and the sheet fell toin his armchair by the bookshelves in front of aHis eyes were closed, and he held his serene face up to the sun The soft, golden light cast his features in a peaceful glow I’d never seen him look so at ease

I repeat, he was sitting in the sun, enjoying its war sick