Page 49 of Blood and Hexes

When her voice quieted, Mikar realized he was on his knees. He wasn't alone. Everyone had fallen. All but Eirikr, and Death.

The Helsings weren’t vampires. Or at least, not just that. Long before the first of them had been turned, they’d been something else.

Sirens.

“Not your father?” Death tilted its head. “Certainly. Your father was pompous and controlled. He studied each note. You’re messy.” Death’s mouth wrapped around the word. “You taste of wildness, poison, and sex.”

Diana looked terrified. But Death was pleased, Mikar could tell. Beyond pleased. It was interested. In Diana.

Fuck.

“I will grant your wish today if you grant one of my own."

Diana only nodded.

"You will call me in a hundred years,” Death stated. “And a hundred years after that. Every century, till your last breath. Fail to do so, and I will not be so kind when next I stand in front of a Helsing."

Diana swallowed hard, but lifted her eyes to Thanatos, holding its gaze. "I swear it."

Death inclined its head, almost imperceptibly, and dissolved into the darkest mist once again, filling the circle with a fog so thick Mikar couldn't see anything inside it. Then an instant later, it was gone, all clouds cleared out.

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