In vain, I texted Gemma over and over again. No response. Not a one. It wasn’t like Gemma to not check her phone. I knew something had happened to her. I knew it, and I hated myself for not abandoning Rand. How could I abandon my friend when she needed me? But at the same time, how could I abandon Rand if Gemma was already dead? Tormented, I paced back and forth in the small hotel room. I kept the packet that she’d given me at hand. The toothpicks were a cute gesture but not super useful considering their size. I could try the holy water, I supposed. Instead, I drank half the bottle and downed (okay, gagged down) the vial of garlic, then brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash over and over again until it no longer smelled on my breath. If everyone was so fired up about drinking from me, well, I’d give them a surprise, wouldn’t I? I’d just have to warn Rand that my blood was currently off-limits. It wasn’t such a bad idea to make myself verboten to him. I’d been grinding against him while Gemma had been confronting murderous vampires.
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