Chapter 9: The Blood She Stole

She filled four vials. I lay there and let her, because a woman with forty percent blood loss and a fresh knife wound in her back does not win a wrestling match, and because— Because there is a beautiful, terrible thing about my blood that Serena Ashford never bothered to research. My mother's line doesn't just carry a rare profile. It carries an incompatible one. Vance blood will save almost anyone as a transfusion. Slowly, matched, buffered, with a lab and eight hours and a doctor who...