This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)

are correct.”
Everything in me tensed as soon as he said the C word. “But I’ve never seen you smoke,” I blurted, stunned into denial.
“I quit before we met, but for thirty years before that, I had a pack-a-day habit.”
Lung cancer. Advanced, too, for him to look this way and allow himself to stay in the compound’s medical facility. To say Don was a workaholic
was to put it mildly. In all the time I’d known him, my uncle hadn’t taken time off for vacations, holidays, or birthdays, let alone sick days. Then amidst
my stunned absorption of this news, a businesslike mentality swept over me, mercifully blocking out the grief that made me feel like I’d just been
shot in the gut.
“I assume your doctors are going to operate? Or do chemo? Both? What treatment plan have they given you?”
He sighed. “It’s too advanced for surgery or chemo, Cat. My treatment plan is to make the most of the time I have left.”
No. The word resounded in my head as loudly as those unwelcome conversations had earlier. Then I uncurled my hands from the tight fists I had
clenched at my sides, trying to make my voice very composed. Weeping and panic wouldn’t help, but calm logic would.
“Maybe your condition is past what traditional medicine can treat, but you have other options. Vampire blood will heal your lungs from sustaining
further damage, maybe even put the cancer into remission—”
“No,” Don interrupted.
“Dammit!” I exclaimed. So much for the calm, rational approach. “You’re letting bigotry get in the way of your common sense. Your brother was an
asshole before he became a vampire, Don. Changing into one didn’t make me evil, and drinking vampire blood to help your condition won’t make
you evil.”
“I know,” he said, surprising me. “I began drinking vampire blood shortly after I was first diagnosed seven years ago. You made that possible with
the captive vampires you brought back from missions when you were working for me. You’re right, it did put the cancer in remission, but time
catches up with everyone, and it has, at last, caught up with me.”
Seven years! My mind reeled. “You hid this the whole time we’ve known each other? Why?”
Don’s sigh rattled in his throat. “I didn’t trust you when you first joined the team, as you remember. Then, I didn’t want to distract you from your job.
After you discovered you were my niece . . . well. Things happened. You’ve had a lot to deal with the past couple years, more than most people
have had in their entire lives. I was going to tell you about it, but I wanted to give myself time to sort some things out first.”
I knew my mouth hung open, but I couldn’t seem to summon the willpower to close it. Bones came to me and took my hand, wordlessly squeezing
it.
“You must have had an important reason for coming here without calling,” Don said. “What’s going on?”
I couldn’t believe he expected me to just change the subject, as if the topic of his impending death wasn’t worth further discussion.
“Chemo, surgery, and vampire blood might not be able to help you, but I still can.” The words spilled out recklessly. “I’m a vampire now and I can
make you one, too. You won’t owe me any of that normal fealty crap, and changing over will cure everything—”
“No.”
The single word was soft but emphatic. My instant, sputtering argument faded as Don was seized with a wracking cough.
“But you can’t . . . you can’t just die,” I whispered.
He straightened, controlling his cough. The same fierce will that had ordered Tate to shoot me the day we met was still in his gray eyes.
“Yes I can. It’s called being human.”
I swallowed hard. The same argument I’d once used with Bones to rationalize why a relationship between us couldn’t work had just been flung
back in my face. Now I knew the frustration Bones must’ve felt at that time, because I had a sudden urge to shake Don until the blind stubbornness
rattled right out of his head.
But since I couldn’t do that, I’d try another tactic. “You’re indispensable to this operation. If you were gone, I wouldn’t be the only one who would
suffer. Think of the team—”
“They have Tate,” Don interrupted me. “He’s taken over this department for the past three months and he’s doing an excellent job.”
“Tate’s needed out in the field, not for management,” I argued even as I reeled at this new bit of information. “You only have one other vampire
and a ghoul on the team aside from Tate. That’s not enough when going after the undead. Plus, some serious shit is brewing with ghouls right now.”
A cough made Don pause before replying. “We may have another vampire on the team soon.”
Must be Cooper. He was the next in line to lose his pulse. Seems a lot of changes had happened. Even if I wasn’t a member of the team