Page 73 of The Vampire's Mercy
Was I having a vision?
Since when did I havethatgift?
“I don’t…I don’t understand.”
“And you won’t, precious one,” a voice spoke from the darkness. “Not until you find the truth and allow it to begin.”
I turned on the spot, chest tight, fists ready to smash faces. “Who said that?”
“The truth will unfold as it must, precious one,” the voice said.
It was a fractured voice, a monochrome tone.
Thunder crashed, the flash of lightning shining across the door. It revealed nothing in the darkness.
This is wrong. This place is wrong.
“Who are you?” I questioned, taking another step back, rain hit my back.
“Find the truth, precious one. Find the truth to begin.”
“Why can’t you tell me what this means?” I snapped back.
Fuck this cryptic shit.
Hiss…
“Hello?”
No answer.
I cracked my knuckles. “Are you still there?”
Nothing.
Hiss…
I glanced over my shoulder, the night too thick behind me. But so was the darkness beyond that damn door. Neither was on the fun list, my body and soul screaming a huge nope.
“I can’t stand here forever,” I mumbled.
Precious one? Really? Why would anyone say that about me?
Welcome to Cryptic City.
Hiss…
Silvanus appeared again for a few seconds before he vanished. Didn’t even give me enough time to process his arrival, or to let out a yelp of surprise.
Okay. What the hell? There were funny games going on here, me one of the unwilling pieces.
My suspicions pointed to the vampire king. Maybe being a thrall gave him ample opportunity to fuck with my mind. What a prick, but it made sense. Why wouldn’t he put me through my paces? I mean, wasn’t he just getting started with the vengeance thing?
He’d enslaved me, and next came true suffering. You didn’t kill the vampire king’s bestie to get handed a bunch of roses.
The thunder boomed, louder than before. I was sure I felt it shake the ground.
“Shit,” I grumbled, struggling to make a choice.
