The Death

Trisha didn't speak to anyone else until she was alone with Ryan. The pack had given him his own house as he recovered. As she entered, his eyes were on her. 

"It was about what we expected, wasn't it?" he asked. What was left of his arm was in a sling and the stench of burned flesh lingered in the air. 

"They're making you leave with the others," Trisha answered. "All of the Council has to leave, so after all this, you're just back at square one again."

Ryan shrugged. "But you're safe, and you'll be safe. That's all I care about. I know that asking you to help me in the first place was selfish, and I ask for your forgiveness."

Trisha didn't answer. His words had a tone of finality to them. A sense that she couldn't push aside. "They're going to kill you, aren't they?" she whispered the words.

Would Liliana allow that? The crazy vampire was obsessed with him, there was no way she'd let him die, was there?

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