After that show, Gavin and I leave the area. We take one of the horse-drawn carriage and search for a place where he can take care of my injuries.
Rolling the bandage around my arm, he suddenly asks, "So, you are a different Lyrica?"
I gasp and shift away from him, feeling dizzy as I sit up so abruptly. Stupid move. My head spins and I fall again in the blanket again.
Forcing myself to take deep breaths, I feel my heartbeat thump against my chest and look at him. "Now that you know, are you going to kill me?"
"I won't bandage your wounds if I plan to kill you. Rather, it explains everything. Unfortunately, that vampire, Byron, will be very disappointed, and well, in grief."
"And you? Do you miss the old Lyrica?"
