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up and wrapped his arms around them. He pointedly ignored the vampire in return.
    Dartan rolled to his stomach and pounded the ground with his fists as he gave several great, dramatic chortles. His laughter finally reduced to chuckles, and then subsided to the occasional humored sigh. He eventually let out a breath and pushed up to his knees.
    “I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed like that in my life,” he said, moving back to a seated position. “Who knew it would feel so good?” When Aleric didn’t say anything, Dartan said, “Hey, Wolfie, look at me.”
    Aleric refused.
    Dartan’s voice was quiet when he finally said, “Why does it matter so much to you? You’ll finally be rid of me. Isn’t that what you’ve wanted since the Rift threw us together?”
    “No, that’s not what I want!” Aleric shouted. The outburst surprised him. His chest heaved and he stared at the vampire. “You’re my best friend, Dartan. Why in Blays do you think I would want to kill you?”
    He wished he could take the words back as soon as he said them, but they had already been spoken. The ghosts of his words lingered in the air, repeating in his ears and whispering in his memory.
    “I’m your best friend?” Dartan repeated, his tone unreadable.
    Aleric rubbed his eyes with one hand. A headache was forming. He knew it was from not eating for so long. He couldn’t imagine the pain Dartan was feeling as his insides began to feast on the fluids in his body now that the blood was used up.
    “What of it?” Aleric asked. There was a small rip in the knee of his scrubs. He knew Nurse Eastwick would give him her ‘I don’t have enough clothes to keep you in’ speech if she saw it. He hoped she would have the chance to lecture him again.
    Dartan’s voice was quiet when he said, “We haven’t known each other for very long. If I’m your best friend, you must have had pretty slim pickings back in Blays.”
    Aleric allowed the silence to answer for him.
    Dartan let out a breath and admitted, “I guess, if I think about it, you’re really the only friend I’ve ever had. Vampires don’t make very good friends; they really suck.” He paused. When Aleric didn’t say anything, he continued with, “That was a joke.”
    “I got it,” Aleric replied.
    “A good friend would laugh,” Dartan told him.
    Instead of smiling, Aleric met Dartan’s gaze. “A good friend wouldn’t rip your throat out.”
    “He would if I asked,” the vampire said.
    Aleric should his head. “No. He wouldn’t.”
    “What if I said please?” Dartan pressed.
    Aleric gritted his teeth. “It’s not happening.”
    Dartan let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Death by sunburn. Looking forward to it.” He settled onto his back again.
    Aleric rose and paced around the room once more.
    “You’re not going to find it,” Dartan said.
    Aleric glanced at him. The vampire’s gaze was on the windows above. “Find what?”
    “The exit,” Dartan answered. “There isn’t one.”
    “I can’t just sit here and let the inevitable happen. There has to be a way to fight back.”
    Aleric had reached the door for the thousandth time. He pounded on it with his fist. When nobody answered, he pounded harder. He put his werewolf strength behind it, slamming his fists into the metal without result.
    “Watch your knuckles.”
    By the sound of his voice, Dartan had changed position. Aleric glanced over his shoulder to see that the vampire had moved to sit against the far wall.
    The vampire’s red gaze met his. “Don’t bloody your knuckles, please.” His eyes shifted back to the floor.
    Aleric followed his gaze to the first rays of sunlight that made a line on the floor near the door.
    There was something about the light that made the situation sink in completely. The sunlight made it truth, a fact, inevitable. The Archdemon wanted Dartan dead, and he would wait until nightfall to ensure that it happened. There was no way out, and the line would continue to grow