A Gate of Night (A Shade of Vampire #6)(73)

“That man is keeping you from all the blood you want, Sofia. All you have to do is give me his name and the blood is yours.”

Something raged within me, and I was so desperate for the blood that I almost said the name out loud. Derek. But I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t.

But I still wanted that blood and there was only one person keeping me away from it. It wasn’t Derek. It was Clara.

I glared at her and before I could even make sense of what was happening, I was holding her heart in my hands and staring at her motionless body on the ground. The glass of blood was secure in my other hand. I smiled, not feeling an ounce of remorse over what I’d just done.

Then I drank the glass of blood—every drop of it. The blood caused memories to come over me like a flood. Memories I couldn’t make sense of, random images of a life that I wasn’t sure was mine.

When I swallowed the last of the blood, a wave of shame and guilt washed over me. What is happening to me? I staggered toward a full-length mirror placed on one side of the room. I looked at my countenance. I was white as a sheet, almost as if I had no blood inside me. I was cold. I looked at my aching teeth and gasped when I saw fangs.

How?

Something inside told me that this wasn’t supposed to be, that this simply couldn’t be. But when claws suddenly appeared from my fingers, I knew the reality of it all. I could no longer deny it.

I knew it was impossible, but there it was.

I had turned into a vampire.