CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Reeling from what had just happened on the rooftop, Scarlet tried to force all thoughts of Blake from her mind. She instead landed on the drain pipe and burst into one of the upstairs windows in Sage’s vast estate. Time was short, and she had to stay focused.

Scarlet knew she was walking into a trap, but no longer cared. If she could just give Sage the potion in her pocket, maybe she’d be able to convince him to go to the vampire city with her, to give up his immortality for love. The sisters had made it seem like he would never do such a thing, but Scarlet felt that deep down he loved her enough to make that sacrifice.

She heard voices coming from downstairs and ran towards them, down a huge, stone spiral staircase that opened up into a cavernous, ancient living room. She drew to a halt. There, on a red velvet sofa, was Sage. He was alive. He was awake.

Scarlet bolted towards him.

“Sage!” she cried, flinging herself to her knees.

She felt his arms wrap around her, holding her clo