Zeke's POV
I woke up screaming again.
The blood from the vampires burned like fire through my veins. I sucked on my sleeve to block out the noise. Around them, everyone else was still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake them up. Certainly not Sienna. My sister already had a lot to worry about.
My sister. Still, those words made me feel weird. For years, the Midnight Queen had told me Sienna was my enemy. That she would destroy everything if she lived. All lies.
I climbed out of our camp and leaned against a tree. The moon shone through the trees, almost full. It was almost time for the Blood Moon—the real one, not the one the Queen made up.
I held up my hand in the moonlight. My face looked normal, but I could feel the changes inside me. The vampire blood Caius had given me to save my life was doing... something. Changing me.
"Can't sleep?"
I jumped. Ronan stood a few feet away, his face half in dark. The killer moved like a ghost.
"The blood," I said. "It's getting worse."
