Chapter 85

“Adam?”

“I need a knife, Ty.” He made himself comfortable on the floor and cradled Rául in his arms.

I didn’t question him, just ran into the kitchen. The knife I used to slice roasts would be too big, too unwieldy. But I had a ceramic paring knife that was sharp as hell; it would be perfect. I pawed through the silverware drawer, almost slicing my finger on it.

“Here, Adam. This should—” I came to a dead halt.

Adam looked up and met my eyes. His shirt was hanging open, and Rául’s mouth was pressed against his chest, sucking vigorously.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“Oh, please, like I’m supposed to freak out now?”

He hesitated, and then held up a hand. The nail on his index finger was bloody.

“You opened a vein yourself?” Dracula had done that when he’d wanted to get the original Mina under his power. “How could…Never mind, I don’t want to know. You look pale.” I started getting nervous. “Is he taking too much?”