Chapter 58

Aster:

Aster woke slowly, the springs from the worn out mattress poking her everywhere. Sighing, she battled upright. She was thirstier and more tired than usual, but attributed it to the previous night’s excitement. “There’s blood on the nightstand,” Declan said.

She turned her head to look at the glass bottle filled with blood. “Where--” she cleared her throat, and abandoned the effort it took to speak. She managed only a few sips before giving up on it.

“I know, it’s disgusting, but you have to finish it.”

“Where did it come from?”

“Eros.”

“Do I even wanna know?”

“Probably not.”

Declan sat in the windowsill, one foot resting on a rickety old wooden chair, throwing a ball from one hand to the other. “So we need to talk.”

“Well, of course we do. I wonder what a day without drama would be like.”

“Your father is safe. I spoke to Melena.”

She hadn’t even given considered her fathe