Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

blood. Again, fragments of images came to him. Men laughing at him. A feeling of self-disgust at his own stupidity. He tried to grab on to the memory, knowing there was something important they had said to him as they’d taunted him with his coming death.
    More pain. It wouldn’t let him concentrate on anything more, and the face slipped away, born off by the throbbing agony he struggled to control. But he’d been strong for too long, and finally, thankfully, unconsciousness took the pain away, and he sank blissfully into the cool, empty darkness.

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    After closing the barn doors, Libby hurried as quickly as she could, moving around to the back of the truck and raising the hatch.
    “Mister?” His eyes remained closed. She tried again. “Ty, can you hear me?” Nothing. He must have passed out. She let out a sigh of relief. That was probably the best thing for him. She noticed the shivers that had started to shake his body and knew that she had to do something. He must be going into some kind of shock. Again she questioned her decision to bring him here instead of a hospital. What the hell had she been thinking? But the hospital was just so far. What if he died before they got there? Maybe she could do something for him here before they set off for the hospital.
    Reaching over, she grabbed the first aid kit she kept in the back of the truck and climbed up to kneel beside him. Quickly, she pushed aside the Band-Aids and alcohol swabs and picked up the tube of burn relief cream. After reading over the directions, she quickly discarded it. Besides being such a small tube that would never have enough ointment to cover his body, it was only for first-degree burns. His were much worse. Second-degree for sure. Maybe even some third-degree. Scrabbling through the kit, she finally slumped over in defeat. There was nothing. Just some ibuprofen that would be little help against such severe pain. What a freaking worthless pile of junk. What else? She looked around the truck’s interior, seeking inspiration. Think, Libby. Think.
    Water. That’s what he really needed. Lots of cold water on the burns. She’d moved the ice chest filled with bottled water and melting ice to the passenger seat, so she scooted up to reach over and flip the top open. After pulling the shirts and towels down from the windows, she soaked them with the water and carefully placed them across Ty, covering his limbs and torso gently, wanting to weep at the horrible burns and blisters that were forming. At least he seemed a fraction more comfortable since she had gotten him out of the sun. She imagined that the feel of the sun on those burns had been horrible.
    She sat there beside him, periodically adding more water to the towels, praying that she was doing the right thing. The tremors continued to move over him, and she worried that she was doing something wrong. She had never felt more helpless or uncertain. What if he didn’t wake up soon?
    Her gaze traveled over him, trying to discern his features despite the horrible burns covering his face. He seemed young, maybe in his late twenties. His hair was fairly long and dark blond. A little shaggy, as though he hadn’t seen a barber in a while. And she remembered those eyes of his—so blue they’d almost seemed surreal. She imagined he was quite good-looking under normal circumstances.
    Suddenly, those blue eyes blinked open. She moved quickly to look into his face. He gazed at her without recognition for several long moments. “Ty? Are you okay? I was so worried. God, it’s good to see you awake again.” She saw his mouth move and leaned closer to try to hear what he was saying.
    “Thirsty. So thirsty.” She leaned in a bit closer. “Need…blood.”
    “What—?” Before she could even register what he had said, he moved. With a speed and energy that astonished her considering his pitiful condition, he grabbed her on the back of her head and pulled her down. Where he got the strength she did