The Black God - Page 97/187

Her Jonny was gone, and it disturbed her to guess what kind of torture he had been through to become the man he was now.

Had she changed this much? Because she felt as lost as ever, more so when she considered she'd potentially spend the rest of her life not understanding the Black God she was stuck with.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," she said.

"For …"

"I don't even know," she said. Disappointment settled the stirring of her blood. "Charles spent the day having other vamps kick my ass, so if we're good, I'm going to need some sleep before tomorrow."

"I'll take you and your chain back." He glanced at the metal links piled at her feet.

Before she could object, he crossed to her and rested a hand on her arm. They Traveled back to her room, a space that seemed far too cramped for the two of them. Ashley moved away from him instantly. She didn't want his touch to send her spinning into confusion or worse, cause her to have another seizure.

"I patched you for now," Jonny said. "My sister is a healer. You should …"

She looked up at him, startled he mentioned his family.

"Never mind. Night, Ash," he said.

Within a blink, he was gone again.

She released her breath. She'd rather spend all day and night fighting with the vamps Charles sent to challenge her than the five minutes she'd just spent with Jonny.

It was going to be a long eternity, if she were permanently stuck with him.

Save Brandon first. Then I get the hell out of here, she promised herself.

Yet as sound as the plan seemed, she couldn't help wondering if there was a part of the boy she'd once known that she might be able to save.