Bound By Blood
It’s something I’ve never experienced before.
He takes another long sip from the blood cup and I find myself slowly bringing the straw to my lips. I try not to think of the contents inside as I focus on him instead of the drink. He asks me, “Tell me about you child, what did she name you?”
“My name is Raya Wright.”
His eyebrows furrow deeply and he shakes his head and says, “No, no, no you are not a Wright, my dearest. You are a Locke.”
My eyes widen, I’ve heard of him, he’s one of the oldest and most pure vampire lines. I ask, “You’re Arthur Locke?”