Bound to the vampire lord
“Deliver this directly to Sire.”
“Fantastic,” I muttered. “So now I’m an experiment and a wine bottle.”
Doctor Luria gave me a look that was almost sympathetic. “Or perhaps something more. Sire doesn’t keep personal feeders. If he’s chosen you, there’s a reason.”
Before I could ask her what that meant, the door opened.
The air in the room shifted instantly, growing heavier, sharper. My chest tightened before I even looked.
Perth Otho stepped inside.
His eyes — storm-grey, cold and unyielding — locked onto mine. The weight of his stare rooted me to my chair, pinning me in place. He didn’t look at Doctor Luria, or the assistant, or anyone else. Just me.
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