Ragal Pov

My hands shook. I gripped the syringe in one palm, my knuckles white against the plastic. Leo was right—giving her blood to them now would only invite more monsters. Once word got out that her veins held the cure, every bloodsucker in the world would hunt her.

I watched the patients standing in a single file. They were a pathetic, broken line of shadows, waiting for their turn. They all had families they wanted to return to. The plague had twisted their limbs and rotted their ...