Chapter 39

Sawdust coated his mouth and throat. He opened and closed his lips helplessly, trying to find the right words. Trying to find any words. When the words wouldn’t come, he sought a sound. Any sound. A whimper. A protest before he was completely consumed. He mouthed Gideon’s name again and again, whipping his head from side to side, seeking out the only vampire that could stop the torment. The room sweltered, the temperature rising by the second, until sweat flowed freely down his body, wetting his hair, stinging his eyes, mingling with the blood. He stuck his tongue out, desperate for just a little moisture, just a little relief. He tasted salt. It made his tongue tingle.