Page 130 of Eternal Craving

I shrugged. “Your misguided belief prevented you from seeing yourself.”

“We can’t see ourselves in mirrors, but we have reflections in pools of water?”

I gave her an incredulous stare. “You’re telling me this is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“I can’t work out who’s better looking.” She arched an eyebrow.

I grinned. “That’d be me.”

As she stared at herself in wonderment, I realized that there may be other things that she believed were true that weren’t – like there not being a cure.

Sunaria was still reeling when we strolled out under the archway of oak trees, their branches half bare of yellow leaves.With London’s nightscape as our backdrop, we moved as mysterious shadowy phantoms speeding over the rooftops.

Time dissipated, being another enemy we had to contend with each night.

At midnight, all seemed quiet in the courtyard of the River Thames Inn.

Buried in the heart of London, near St. Paul’s Cathedral, this modest hotel was a perfect place to hide out for a night.

The skies suddenly opened and rain poured down, soaking our clothes.

I tried to suppress my annoyance.

“What are we doing here?” she asked.

“A little detour.”

She gazed at the upper windows. “Benjamin overheard you, and he told Delacroix.”

My fingers ran over my throat, lingering on the healing flesh.

“You turned the girl?” Sunaria snapped.

“Rachel, Marcus’ sister.”

She tossed her hair back over her shoulders. “Why? Do you plan on turning everyone in London?”

“Now’s not a good time for a long story.”

Delacroix’s silhouette lurked at the window.

“There must be some way of stopping him,” I muttered.

“He’s a difficult vampire to kill.”

“Daylight?”

Sunaria shook her head. “You’ll have to weaken him first. Drain him completely. But…”

I leaned in, hanging on her every word. “But?”

Sunaria looked away. “He’s an ancient. Such potency would affect you.”

“How?”

She stared up at the window. “Daumia would no longer exist.”

Chapter Forty-Three