At least listening to the GPS give directions provided an excuse for staying quiet and focus on her roiling thoughts. They’d traveled by day this time, the change in schedule leaving her disoriented and fatigued. Yet, for the first time in months, her breathing came easily. Nothing hurt. Nothing. She could stretch without being aware of every muscle and bone involved in the process. The brush of her clothes against her skin didn’t make her want to curl up into a ball and sob. She’d forgotten what it felt like to be normal until he’d given that gift back to her. But the price she’d paid for it seemed too high. Way too high. How could she condemn vampires with her last breath when she now counted as one of them? The vitriol she’d felt toward them, slowly developing over the last several years, now left her thrown. If given the chance to drink from the most exquisite, would she take it? She chanced a glimpse of Victor.
