"I think Zagan just saved me," August muttered to herself, rubbing her wrists as she watched the two vampires fighting near the stone ruins outside the castle.
"He said he vowed to send you home safe," Penelope replied, her whole body tense, hands up over her mouth in a silent prayer as she watched her vulnerable, mortal male fighting one who could not die. How could he possibly win this?
August thought back to when she was in the infirmary here and Zagan introduced himself as Cian Vesper, the owner of the island who would be hosting her while she recovered—the Eliade student who had supposedly lost herself in suicide forest without a memory. That was back when they were all still pretending. It seemed so long ago now.
