“What did you do to her?” The question comes from Snow who now stands next to me. It takes a moment to get my throat to work. “I made her like me.” I use the word she’ll understand. “A vampire.” Snow’s hand squeezes my shoulder. I’m not sure if it’s in solace or anger. “She might not want this.” Snow’s words are barely audible. I pick Cinder up in my arms and trudge along the blood-drenched floor, stepping directly on my father's mottled remains. “She can kick my ass when she wakes up.”
