Page 74 of Blood Day: Part One
But the more I stared at the white space, the more resolute I felt.
Master Cedric had doomed me in his course and then called my sexual skills “quite lacking.”
He hadn’t even given me a chance to properly perform.
I narrowed my gaze, his face suddenly appearing in my mind.You think I can’t please you? Test me properly.If he wanted to doom me by calling my skills inadequate, then I’d try even harder to prove him wrong.
The first step would be taking an advanced fighting course—one I would pass—and learning more about how to please male vampires.
He might never know. He might not even care. But I did. And I would prove that he was wrong about me.
I wasn’t a wilting flower.
I was still Lily.HisLily.
Watch me bloom, I thought at Master Cedric, my jaw clenching.There may not be sunlight here, but I refuse to wither and die. You’re wrong about me. You’ll see.
Chapter17
Lily
Seven Months Later
“We’reone month away from Blood Day,” Advisor Livia informed me as I sat cross-legged on my bed, facing the infamous screen on the wall. “Your scores are exemplary in all your courses.”
She started reading them to me as though I didn’t know my own grades.
I knew I’d excelled.
I’d pushed myself harder than ever, hoping with each new month that I would see the male who’d doubted my skills and prove to him my worth.
But he’d never appeared.
Master Khalid had taught all the fighting courses.
Including the last one I’d taken that focused on swordsmanship.
And the one before that on archery training.
I’d excelled in both classes, as they were about skill more than physical strength. I’d even outshot Prospect Six Hundred and Forty-Two during the final exam.
Master Cedric appeared to me in my dreams, his expression never once impressed. So I woke up and tried to prove him wrong again.
And again.
And again.
“We need to discuss the final sexual arts training course,” Advisor Livia said, interrupting my thoughts. “I strongly discourage you from taking vaginal training, as your virginity is a high mark in your favor. However, there are, of course, those who prefer skilled females. So if joining a harem is a route that interests you, then we can proceed.”
“What are my other options?” I asked, my voice void of emotion.
Because I didn’t want to care.
What was the point anyway? I’d practically done everything else to my body except the actual art of traditional intercourse. Why not just complete my training and ensure I was prepared in all ways to serve a master?
Because I still want Master Cedric, I thought darkly. And some naïve and stupid part of me wants him to be my first. Not Six.
It didn’t matter how many orgasms Six gave me in our sexual arts courses; none of them compared to what Master Cedric had done with his hands.
