The black ribbon on my wrist flexed in sympathy as I pressed my forehead against Max's muzzle, tears streaming down my face. He was warm at least, not the icy cold of death, though I feared he was close to it after all. When I finally lifted my head, his diamond eye opened and fixed on me.
"Syd," he whispered, musical voice harsh and heavy, his normally fresh, spring like breath full of decay.
"I'll kill them for this." My rage rose in a fiery wave, my demon howling inside me, Shaylee shaking the ground beneath us. But it was the black ribbon on my wrist that pulled me out of my anger. It slipped from my skin and wound itself around Max's brow ridge, humming softly to him while his big eye closed again.
Syd, my vampire sent, her grief as heavy as mine. We have to get out of here. Or we'll lose him.