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“Francis, not again,” Another male voice said. I didn't register who it was. My sense just told me it was another vampire. I pushed away from Francis to growl at the newcomer. He stopped, his eyes going wide.

“No,” he murmured, a pained look crossing his face. Something about that bothered me, but I couldn't work out why. Memories passing through my mind too quickly with no correlation. “Francis, get out of here,” he said. There was no hesitation. Francis stood up fast, half-stumbling in his movements, and left. I was distantly aware he was bleeding a lot. I focussed all my attention on the newcomer.

“Luca, calm down,” he said, moving closer. I let out a low growl but he ignored it, still moving closer. I rushed him like I had Francis, but he was prepared for it. Within moments he had one arm round my middle and another round my neck. My legs flailing uselessly in the air. I tried to fight but it was impossible.

“Luca!” he yelled, something about his voice almost pleading. I kept snapping my jaw, trying to get him. He added more pressure to my neck and I let out a yelp. He loosened his hold for a second after and I attacked. I heard him suck in a sharp a breath as I dug my teeth into his arm. He didn't try to free his arm. But I was aware he was leaning against a wall for support now.

“Luca, please,” he whispered. Something about his voice making me stutter and lessen the pressure of my teeth. “Tell me what happened.” The words were barely a whisper, but they reached me. I didn't want them to. I didn't want to think about it, didn't want to face the memory. I felt the shift come undone as everything shattered.

Loud sobs escaped my lips. William wrapped his arms around me, collapsing in a heap against the wall. I burrowing against his chest instinctively, my whole body shaking. I couldn't tell if it was from the crying or the heavy rain still falling around us. I hadn't even noticed the rain before, now every drop felt painful on my skin.

I knew I was murmuring under my breath. I had no clue if it was intelligible enough for William to understand. William didn't speak. He just kept his arms anchored round me, sounds of comfort leaving his lips. One hand stroking my head. I remembered his other arm and pulled away sharply. I could still taste the bitter blood in my mouth and had to fight the urge to hurl.

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