I shut the door behind me with a firm click, snapping Gosto and Fosco out of their argument. Their heads whipped around at the sound, both muttering curses under their breath.

Crossing my arms, I glared at them.

“Mind telling me exactly what the hell that meant?” My voice was sharp, strained with fury.

Fosco let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hands in resignation.

“I gave you my blood to heal you,” he said, evenly.

“And yes, I knew there was a chance… a real chance, that ...