Draven moved closer.
"I never should have left you, I never should have let you go. I'm so sorry. Please don't punish me like this. I'll do anything—anything you want. Just...just come back to me."
He kissed the palm of her hand and buried his face in it, trying to inhale her scent. But there was nothing—nothing at all to soothe him. This was another hit for him. She was dead. She really was dead.
Draven looked at her face and shifted closer, cupping her cheeks in his palm. "You're…so cold. Avelina, you are so cold."
Two drops of tears fell from his eyes onto Avelina's face, and he pressed his forehead against hers, shutting his eyes. "Will you hate me if I do what I have in mind? W-will you despise me and leave me?"
There was only one way he would be able to bring her back, and that was to turn her into one of his kind. He would have to merge his blood with hers—it was the only way possible to do it.
