Chapter 122

• Emma’s POV
• So, yeah, I saved that psychotic bastard. All I did was let a drop of my blood fall into his mouth, and just like that, within seconds, Darius came back to life. His body jerked like he’d been hit with a lightning bolt, and then he sneezed—yes, sneezed—and sat up with a gasp, coughing like his chest was on fire.
• His hand flew to his neck, the spot where Elijah had slit his throat, but the wound was gone. Not even a scar. Completely healed.