Beth had heard her father’s warning, but didn’t understand his words. Scooting across the seat of the limo away from him, she concentrated on her injury, intent on healing it. She’d always had a high threshold for pain, but even this injury was pushing her past her pain threshold tolerance.

“Don’t, Beth. I’ll heal you. You need to save your strength for tonight.” Edward gently took her arm wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. “They’re lucky they’re dead or I’d rip them apart for this.” He opened his wrist with his teeth and dropped blood into her open wound.

“Why are you doing this? You owe me nothing. What do you mean, ‘I’ll need my strength for later?’” She ground her teeth together, but a small cry slipped out as the bone snapped back together and her wound sealed.

Edward looked at the driver and nodded before the window that separated them from the driver was raised. “Did your father ever mention the ancient writings? There’s one story that pertains to you and me. It was written long ago, that a vampire king would mate with a witch with equal powers. Their union will end all rifts between the races. But I’m afraid it also says that once they met, they must seal their bond on All Hallows Eve, before midnight on her birthday.”