Fighting through the haze of my fever I throw my feet over the side of the bed to stand.
“You’re in no state to be running away now.” Eirik leans back as if he’s atop a mattress and not floating in the air above me. “I say you sit back and accept your fate.”
Rather than smack him—which is what I really want to do—I grind my teeth and stumble to my feet. “Who is it?”
“Who is what? Oh, you mean who’s out to get you? Take a guess dummy.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re in the land of vampires surrounded by beings who see human blood as a commodity. You’ll be lucky to make it through the night. Check you’re neck.”
Raising my hand slowly I hiss at the sharp pain that travels down my spine. Pulling away my fingers are coated in dried blood.
“I have to get out of here.” I man
