Lies can come back to bite you. Literally.
Angelica Cross finds out the hard way!
Angelica Cross doesn't lie, really. She just ... thinks creatively to avoid the truth. ;)
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God, she was in so much pain. Had she passed out? She tried to remember what happened and it quickly came back to her. Killing the Lombard nest ... Jerry getting his final lick in before she killed him. God, the wound burned! It was an enchanted dagger with holy water. Vamps and hunters had been using them on rogue vamps for over three centuries.
“Angie? Please, talk to me,” Danny said, and it sounded like an echo to her ears. “Help is on the way, love. Hold on.” His voice caught with tears. “Don’t leave me.”
“Danny… ” she rasped. “Listen to me, please… ” She groaned, the pain was infuriatingly vicious.
He gripped her hand tighter at the sound of her voice.
“You have to … do something for me … and please … don’t hate me,” she whispered. Her eyes were still closed, and bloody tears leaked from the corners.
“I could never hate you,” he said. “Tell me. I’ll do anything. Anything to make you live or make your death easier.”
With effort, she opened her eyes and it was only the severe pain in his ribs that kept him from leaping back in shock and fear. He stared at her and she looked back, still crying bloody tears. “I lost … too much blood.” Another wave of pain hit and she squeezed her eyes shut to ride the agonizing wave. “Please, help me.” She hated begging, but she had never been in this predicament before.
But would he give her relief … or would he finish the job and kill her now?
