Look for You

“What about Udora? How did you come by her.”

He sobered. Drawing a long breath as he twirled me twice more.

Considering how to tell me. I guessed.

But he was unwilling to stop dancing.

So, far anyway.

“She came by me, more or less. Drawn to my dark magic, I suppose. After I crawled out of that oubliette, I stumbled across her. Greedy, morose and feeling hollow, I fed on her.”

He quieted. And I sensed there was guilt in that memory.

“And then?”

“Then she was mine. From that day.”

“How so?”

“She wanted to spend every moment with me. Wanted to be mine.”

“And did you want her?”

“I did not. But I fed on her just the same.”

“Through joining.”

“That’s the only way I’ve learned how.” He said, a bit taken aback, as though he’d never before considered if there were other ways. “It was how Kasha taught me.”

“She was wicked.”

“She was. But I never tho