نفس خون آشام فصل 26

Vampire Breath - Chapter 26

All three of us froze. And stared at the open bottle in Count Nightwing’s hand.

“No,” Cara murmured. “No—please.”

A few seconds passed. A few more seconds.

“Nothing is happening,” Count Nightwing whispered. His smile faded. He raised the bottle to his face and tilted it to see inside.

Beneath the purple cape, his slender shoulders slumped. He sighed, a long, dry sigh. “Empty,” he said. “This bottle is empty, too.” Cara and I exchanged glances. I suddenly knew what had happened. In my wild scramble to pick up the bottle, I had grabbed the wrong one off the shelf.

Sure enough. I turned to the shelf—and spotted the full bottle right in front of me.

“I have it!” I cried. I picked it up carefully from the shelf. “I have it!” The old vampire let out a furious growl. He leaped at me.

“Cara—catch!” I screamed.

I heaved the bottle to her.

But Count Nightwing swung his arm. His hand slapped the bottle in midair.

“Oh—!” I gasped as the bottle sailed into the wall.

It bounced off. Crashed to the floor. Cracked open.

And the sour, dark mist poured up into the room.

“We’ve lost,” I murmured. “We’re doomed.”