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back at him. “Why are you here, Aaron?”
    “I came to fix your wall—”
    “At no prompting from me. No hints from me. You came of your own accord, correct?”
    “Yeah, but—”
    “If I’d planned to let myself die, that means you wouldn’t have seen me again.” I met his gaze. “Do you think I would do that? Of everyone I know in this world, would I leave you without saying goodbye?”
    His jaw worked, but he said nothing. After a moment, he pushed to his feet and walked out.

    I lay in bed, propped on my pillows, staring at the wall. Aaron was right. When the time came, I would leave this vampiric life as I’d come into it: by choice. But this was not that time. There was no doubt of that, no possibility that I was subconsciously trying to end my life.
    When the time came, yes. But I would never be so irresponsible as to end my life before my affairs were in order. My estate would need to be disposed of in advance, given to those I wished to see benefit. Of equal concern was the discovery and disposal of my body. To leave that to chance would be unforgivably irresponsible.
    I would make my peace with Aaron and make amends for my betrayal, or at the very least ensure he understood that the reason for it, the
failing
behind it, had been mine.
    Then there was the council. Aaron was already my co-delegate, but I had to ready him to take my senior position and ready the vampire community to accept that change. Moreover, as the senior overall council member, it was my duty to pass on all I knew to Paige, as the keeper of records, something I’d been postponing, unwilling to accept that my time was ending.
    Ending.
    My stomach clenched at the thought.
    I had never lacked for backbone and never stood for the lack of it in others. Now I needed to face and accept this reality. I was dying. Not beginning a lengthy descent, but at the end of the slope.
    I now knew how a vampire died. A rebirth date came and we discovered, without warning, that we could not fulfill our end of the bargain. Not
would
not, but
could
not.
    If I could not overcome this, I would die. Not in decades, but days.
    Panic surged in me, coupled with an overwhelming wave of raw rage. Of all the ways to die, could any be more humiliating in its sublime ridiculousness? Not to die suddenly, existence snuffed outas my time ended. Not to die, beheaded, at the hands of an enemy. Not to grow ill and fade away. Not even to pass in my sleep. Such deaths couldn’t be helped, and while I would have raged against that, the injustice of it, such a fate was nothing compared with this—to die because I inexplicably lacked the will to do something I’d done hundreds of times before.
    That wasn’t possible. I wouldn’t
let
it be possible.
    I would get out of this bed, find a victim, and force myself to drain his blood even if I vomited up every mouthful.
    I envisioned myself standing, yanking on clothing, striding from the room …
    Yet I didn’t move.
    My limbs felt leaden. Inside, I was spitting mad, snarling and cursing, but my body lay as still and calm as if I’d already passed.
    I pushed down the burbling panic.
    Consider the matter with care and logic. I should have taken Aaron’s victim while I still had the strength, but now that I’d missed my opportunity, I couldn’t chance waiting another day. I would rest for an hour or so, until Aaron had retired.
    Better for him not to know. I wouldn’t let him pity me, and coddle me simply because it was in his nature to help the sick, the weak, the needy. I would not be needy.
    I’d stay awake and wait until the house grew quiet. Then I’d do this—alone.
    I fixed my gaze on the light, staring at it to keep myself awake. Minutes ticked past. My eyes burned. My body begged for sleep. I refused. It threatened to pull me under even with my eyes open. I compromised. I’d close them for a moment’s rest and then I’d leave.
    I shut my eyes and all went dark.

    I awoke to the smell of flowers. I usually had