“You could be so much more, Floriane,” Drew says softly.
“All I want is not to see another one of our family die.”
“Then promise me you’ll protect Mother, so the only thing I must focus on is keeping myself alive and killing the vampire lord.”
When he puts it like that… “Fine. But you must come back.”
“I will.”
“Swear it. Swear that when the sun’s light hits the bell tower following the night of the Blood Moon you will be marching home.”
“I swear I will come back.”
I grasp him tightly. As tightly as I’m holding on to my emotions. He’s sworn it to me. He’ll come back.
Yet, my heart knows the truth. Maybe it’s because we’re twins. Maybe because he’s a hunter like Father was. Maybe I just know from being born on the soil of Hunter’s Hamlet that death is already in the air.
He might swear he’ll return, but…
He’s lying.
