"Why isn't he waking up?" My voice trembled with panic as I looked at Novana. My heart was beating far too fast, my hands clutching the covers next to Eryon. It had been almost exactly an hour since he had collapsed in my arms—an hour in which I had watched him constantly, searching for even the slightest sign that he was feeling better.

We were at my house by now. The vampires had organized two cars from somewhere, put Eryon and my mom in them, and brought us here. Luckily, we always kept a spare key hidden outside—otherwise, everything would have been even more complicated.

My mom was lying in...