Chapter 33

ALEXANDROS Malachi’s anxiety and concern for his brother hits me before he even steps foot inside Zeus Hall. I am typically able to block him and his brothers out whenever I choose, but for the most part, I simply dull my connection to them. I prefer a little solace in my own head. It is a skill all vampires possess, but one not all can master. However, such is the strength of Malachi’s worry today, it permeates my thoughts as strongly as if it were my own. Perhaps it is because I know why he has come here and I share his concern. I also know how to fix the problem he is bringing to my door. And that unsettles me even more. His brow is etched with tension when he walks into my office. “It’s Axl,” he says, his voice pained. I close my laptop and rest my hands on my chin. “I know.” “He’s getting worse. He won’t feed. Can’t.” He shakes his head. “He’s burning up. I’ve never seen him like this. We don’t get sick. It doesn’t make sense. What’s wrong with him?” The time has come to accept re