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the bloodlings ' eyes had a vacant look about them. Fintan must be new.
" Playing nice with the servants , are you now? "
Bram turned to face his brother, Loreto. They were born from good bloodlines on both their mother and father ' s side. Their parents were the originals and lived for centuries, but only married within this century before women were barren. He mentioned his sister Isla to Adryanna, but he did not tell her how his sister died .
Isla was only fifteen years older than he. She was both beautiful and strong. She could wield a sword like any seasoned warrior, but yet her strength had not saved her from childbirth. The infant perished that night , too. She was the last Oiche Sith to conceive.
Bram ignored his brother ' s remark. Loreto puffed out his chest, lording over him how big and strong he ' d become after the blooding. Bram didn ' t worry. He would have his day next year. He was next in line to go through the blooding. His eyes already blazed red at times and he felt his limbs ache with the need to stretch. The hunger proved the worst of it. Blood called to him and his teeth would lengthen at the thought. He ' d bit his lip numerous times.
With Adryanna, his fangs showed more times than not when he was around her. He found even breaths kept him in control. He knew it would not be the case once his body was primed for the change. They would bleed the impurities trapped from his veins. He would be weak, but once he fed off the chosen Lathe Sith, his body would respond to the new blood like an aphrodisiac, triggering the blood lust as well as the need to mate.
He had longed for the day until now. His triumph into manhood would mean the death of a young woman like Adryanna. And if the chosen lived, it would mean he was bonded to that Lathe Sith for life. He would no longer be able to see Ad r yanna. Both scenarios didn ' t sit well with him.
" Brother, where does your mind wander? " Loreto strode beside him, more to irk him than of concern.
" Have you ever met a Lathe Sith who did not want to be chosen? "
" What talk is this? " His brother ' s dark brows furrowed over the bridge of his nose. " It is an honor. We pay their families handsomely. "
" The one you took to your bed, did you… Were you gentle with her?"
" Ah, I see. You worry about your first time . Do not fret , you will please the one chosen for you. "
" Please her? Most likely I will leave her dead. "
His brother frowned. " You must drink her blood or you will not make it through the transition. Her blood gives you life. Without it, you will perish. "
" But must we take all of their blood? Is there not a way for the female to live? "
His brother ' s gaze slid over him with concern. " You will not be able to judge when it is time to stop. It is better you drain her than stop too soon. "
" But it could be done, " he insisted.
Loreto shook his head. " The tales of the Lathe Sith surviving have been few, but there are none who live among us now. It makes me believe it is a faery-tale the Lathe Sith created for their own comfort. "
" If they go willing into our arms, why would they make up such a tale? "
His brother chuckled and shook his head. " Bram, you always did think too much. Let it go, brother. Our way of life has been this way for decades. It works for both our clans. Do not worry yourself over fanciful tales. "
His brother spotted one of his friends and made an excuse to leave his side.
It was just as well. He would not find the answers he sought from Loreto . He would seek out his cousin, Sheerin , for the truth.
Chapter Seventeen
Adryanna stood near the window for better lighting and inspected her arm. Bram used his blood to heal her. The process had burned with warmth, but it did not caus e pain. She could only assume it was Bram ' s blood at work knitting the skin together.
Her gaze traveled over the unmarred flesh. '' Bram ' s saliva could close wounds, but now they knew his blood could do so much more. " It is a
" Playing nice with the servants , are you now? "
Bram turned to face his brother, Loreto. They were born from good bloodlines on both their mother and father ' s side. Their parents were the originals and lived for centuries, but only married within this century before women were barren. He mentioned his sister Isla to Adryanna, but he did not tell her how his sister died .
Isla was only fifteen years older than he. She was both beautiful and strong. She could wield a sword like any seasoned warrior, but yet her strength had not saved her from childbirth. The infant perished that night , too. She was the last Oiche Sith to conceive.
Bram ignored his brother ' s remark. Loreto puffed out his chest, lording over him how big and strong he ' d become after the blooding. Bram didn ' t worry. He would have his day next year. He was next in line to go through the blooding. His eyes already blazed red at times and he felt his limbs ache with the need to stretch. The hunger proved the worst of it. Blood called to him and his teeth would lengthen at the thought. He ' d bit his lip numerous times.
With Adryanna, his fangs showed more times than not when he was around her. He found even breaths kept him in control. He knew it would not be the case once his body was primed for the change. They would bleed the impurities trapped from his veins. He would be weak, but once he fed off the chosen Lathe Sith, his body would respond to the new blood like an aphrodisiac, triggering the blood lust as well as the need to mate.
He had longed for the day until now. His triumph into manhood would mean the death of a young woman like Adryanna. And if the chosen lived, it would mean he was bonded to that Lathe Sith for life. He would no longer be able to see Ad r yanna. Both scenarios didn ' t sit well with him.
" Brother, where does your mind wander? " Loreto strode beside him, more to irk him than of concern.
" Have you ever met a Lathe Sith who did not want to be chosen? "
" What talk is this? " His brother ' s dark brows furrowed over the bridge of his nose. " It is an honor. We pay their families handsomely. "
" The one you took to your bed, did you… Were you gentle with her?"
" Ah, I see. You worry about your first time . Do not fret , you will please the one chosen for you. "
" Please her? Most likely I will leave her dead. "
His brother frowned. " You must drink her blood or you will not make it through the transition. Her blood gives you life. Without it, you will perish. "
" But must we take all of their blood? Is there not a way for the female to live? "
His brother ' s gaze slid over him with concern. " You will not be able to judge when it is time to stop. It is better you drain her than stop too soon. "
" But it could be done, " he insisted.
Loreto shook his head. " The tales of the Lathe Sith surviving have been few, but there are none who live among us now. It makes me believe it is a faery-tale the Lathe Sith created for their own comfort. "
" If they go willing into our arms, why would they make up such a tale? "
His brother chuckled and shook his head. " Bram, you always did think too much. Let it go, brother. Our way of life has been this way for decades. It works for both our clans. Do not worry yourself over fanciful tales. "
His brother spotted one of his friends and made an excuse to leave his side.
It was just as well. He would not find the answers he sought from Loreto . He would seek out his cousin, Sheerin , for the truth.
Chapter Seventeen
Adryanna stood near the window for better lighting and inspected her arm. Bram used his blood to heal her. The process had burned with warmth, but it did not caus e pain. She could only assume it was Bram ' s blood at work knitting the skin together.
Her gaze traveled over the unmarred flesh. '' Bram ' s saliva could close wounds, but now they knew his blood could do so much more. " It is a
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