ZaraEverything was fuzzy, like I was looking at the world through water. I heard Ryan's voice, far away and close at the same time, shouting something. My name, maybe. I wanted to answer him but my mouth wouldn't work the way I wanted it to.The last thing I remembered clearly was his fangs in my arm and the strange, pulling sensation that came after, like something was being drawn out of me slowly, drop by drop. It hadn't hurt, not really. Not after the first sting. It had almost felt peaceful, watching him relax against me, feeling his shoulders drop the tension they'd been carrying since I walked into that room.I wanted to tell him it was worth it."Stay with me, Zara, please." His voice cracked on my name.I felt myself being carried, his arms tight around me like he was scared I would slip through them if he loosened his grip even a little. I tried to open my eyes properly, to tell him I was fine, that he didn't need to look so broken, but my body wasn't listening to me anymore
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