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the reason she’s gone undetected for so long is the strong detachment in her eyes. After viewing her memories, it’s clear to me that your Fledglings assumed she was already a vampire, or at the very least, a Servio of substantial age. Otherwise she’d have never gotten away with throwing fruit at the three she found last night. No Fledgling could believe a human would be so brazen.”
“Wow!” Odin gleefully interjected. “Bones threw food at vampires? You should take her to see Dad.”
Kerestyan rubbed a hand down his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I do,” Vouclade said. “She displays a number of traits which suit our blood.”
Kerestyan lowered his hand and stared at Vouclade. “You can’t be serious. Need I remind you how Father feels about modern humans?”
Vouclade drew an irritated breath, a sign his patience was diminishing. “I’m very serious, Kerestyan. Logan is intelligent, forthright, and has lived a life closer to that of a peasant than most modern humans ever will. And for the most part, aside from her addiction, she appears to have lived it successfully. She has no real aversion to our kind, has a survival instinct that would rival any young vampire’s, but also realizes sometimes survival means bending to outside forces. I believe she has at least a fifty percent chance of becoming our newest sibling.”
While Kerestyan struggled to digest the seriousness in Vouclade’s tone, Odin could barely choke the words out between hysterical bursts of laughter. “Dad’s not gonna turn her. Make her a Servio , maybe. But he’s not gonna put the bite on her.” He waved a flailing arm at Vouclade. “You’re crazy.”
The lethal set of Vouclade’s eyes said he didn’t appreciate Odin’s dismissal. “ Serving a Nelek in blood is almost as dangerous as being a Nelek in blood. Need I call Alfred to explain why your laughter is completely uncalled for?”
Odin quickly sobered. “Hell no, he’ll kick my ass.”
“Thank you for illustrating my point.” Apparently finished with Odin, Vouclade turned to face Kerestyan. “Since you have no real intention of killing her, I suggest you start the process of purging her system immediately. Father will not look favorably upon her unless her blood is free of impurities.”
Kerestyan ground his teeth together. “I haven’t made up my mind as to whether this life suits her yet. She’s already detached from humanity. Suffering the dark urges of the beast in any capacity, be it as a servant or a full-fledged vampire, may only degrade her further.”
Vouclade’s gaunt frame flickered between solid and insubstantial, a clear sign his patience had reached its end. “Spare me your misplaced concern for her humanity,” he sneered. “You may have begun your association with her intending to take her life, but that ended the moment you brought her into your home. And if by chance it didn’t,” he raked Kerestyan with a knowing glare, “it certainly did the moment she stepped into the kitchen.” He moved through the table to stand in front of Kerestyan. “As it stands, above all else, Logan is a breach of the Veil. She knows we exist and she shouldn’t. That fact doesn’t change simply because she’s in your home. Her presence here only assures she can’t run to the media or human authorities.”
Kerestyan straightened to his full height and met his brother’s intimidating stare. “I’m well aware of what bringing her into my home does and does not mean. I am the Lord of New York, Vouclade.”
“Then start acting like it,” he growled. “It’s clear you have some sort of interest in her, and due to her extensive exposure to vampires her mind cannot be fixed without risk of major damage. You’re left with one option, whether you like it or not. Clean her up, explain to her how much more dangerous her situation has become, and then take her to the real Lord Nelek. If we’re lucky and she passes his tests, he’ll
“Wow!” Odin gleefully interjected. “Bones threw food at vampires? You should take her to see Dad.”
Kerestyan rubbed a hand down his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I do,” Vouclade said. “She displays a number of traits which suit our blood.”
Kerestyan lowered his hand and stared at Vouclade. “You can’t be serious. Need I remind you how Father feels about modern humans?”
Vouclade drew an irritated breath, a sign his patience was diminishing. “I’m very serious, Kerestyan. Logan is intelligent, forthright, and has lived a life closer to that of a peasant than most modern humans ever will. And for the most part, aside from her addiction, she appears to have lived it successfully. She has no real aversion to our kind, has a survival instinct that would rival any young vampire’s, but also realizes sometimes survival means bending to outside forces. I believe she has at least a fifty percent chance of becoming our newest sibling.”
While Kerestyan struggled to digest the seriousness in Vouclade’s tone, Odin could barely choke the words out between hysterical bursts of laughter. “Dad’s not gonna turn her. Make her a Servio , maybe. But he’s not gonna put the bite on her.” He waved a flailing arm at Vouclade. “You’re crazy.”
The lethal set of Vouclade’s eyes said he didn’t appreciate Odin’s dismissal. “ Serving a Nelek in blood is almost as dangerous as being a Nelek in blood. Need I call Alfred to explain why your laughter is completely uncalled for?”
Odin quickly sobered. “Hell no, he’ll kick my ass.”
“Thank you for illustrating my point.” Apparently finished with Odin, Vouclade turned to face Kerestyan. “Since you have no real intention of killing her, I suggest you start the process of purging her system immediately. Father will not look favorably upon her unless her blood is free of impurities.”
Kerestyan ground his teeth together. “I haven’t made up my mind as to whether this life suits her yet. She’s already detached from humanity. Suffering the dark urges of the beast in any capacity, be it as a servant or a full-fledged vampire, may only degrade her further.”
Vouclade’s gaunt frame flickered between solid and insubstantial, a clear sign his patience had reached its end. “Spare me your misplaced concern for her humanity,” he sneered. “You may have begun your association with her intending to take her life, but that ended the moment you brought her into your home. And if by chance it didn’t,” he raked Kerestyan with a knowing glare, “it certainly did the moment she stepped into the kitchen.” He moved through the table to stand in front of Kerestyan. “As it stands, above all else, Logan is a breach of the Veil. She knows we exist and she shouldn’t. That fact doesn’t change simply because she’s in your home. Her presence here only assures she can’t run to the media or human authorities.”
Kerestyan straightened to his full height and met his brother’s intimidating stare. “I’m well aware of what bringing her into my home does and does not mean. I am the Lord of New York, Vouclade.”
“Then start acting like it,” he growled. “It’s clear you have some sort of interest in her, and due to her extensive exposure to vampires her mind cannot be fixed without risk of major damage. You’re left with one option, whether you like it or not. Clean her up, explain to her how much more dangerous her situation has become, and then take her to the real Lord Nelek. If we’re lucky and she passes his tests, he’ll
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