Suddenly, her scent was all around me. It was in the air, it was in my nose. It was in my head, taunting me, daring me to have a taste, to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
No. Not her. Not now.
I pushed her away from me with a groan. Too late, I realized I had used too much of my strength. She crumpled against the wall like a rag. Her eyes first wide and scared, then blank and unseeing. A trickle of blood fell from her mouth as her head slumped forward on her chest.
I was at her side in a second, feeling for the tell-tale pulse at her wrist. Her hand hung limply in my own.
“Marisa, wake up, darling, wake up.”
There was the faintest of pulses threading weakly through her veins. She didn’t have much time.
I knew I had two choices then: one – to let Marisa die to her mortal life and rest in eternal peace; or two – to let Marisa die to her mortal life and awaken to an immortal life, with me.
This wasn’t the way I wanted it to be. But it was too late for regrets. It was time to make a choice.