“You’re mine,” Talia hums, finger tracing the puncture wound on your neck. “I want you to remember that.”

The process has already started. You’ll be a vampire soon. Your blood still covers her chin as she watches you. Talia hopes you survive. It’d be a shame if she did all this just for you to kill over.

She leans closer to your ear. “Don’t disappoint me,” she whispers, though she doesn’t know if you can hear her over the pain you’re in. Many mortals die before they’re fully turned.