“Before we go any further, I
need to know that you trust me, Seth.” Rian’s gaze fastened on the young vampyre.
“I trust Kemp, he trusts you
and,” Seth locked eyes with Rian, “I know that you can not control him so his
trust is real, not forced.”
Rian smiled slowly. “Very
well put. Perhaps not entirely true as Kemp is my son, and sons are supposed to
trust their parents. However Kemp is strong-willed and would not hesitate to
tell you if he doubted in me.”
“I’m quite certain he
would.” Seth cast a quick glance at Kemp who was sitting across the room, as
Rian had asked.
“Now, you understand the
premise of what we’re going to do I presume.”
“In theory when I drink your
blood, you become my Master and no one will be able to take control of me except
you.”
“There are a very few others
who could if they were so inclined, but I doubt they’d find you interesting.
They are so old that they have become bored with the world and what goes on in
it. It would take something catastrophic to make them sit up and take notice.”
“That includes any other
Kings?” Kemp asked.
Rian smiled tightly. “I don't
believe they would want to test themselves against me. Besides, if they were
going to try, it would be you they went after or one of my favored Children.”
Seth frowned. “They could
get to him through me though. That’s why I’m willing to do this in the first
place. To keep him safe.”
“Which I find quite
admirable. You must care for him quite deeply.”
“As much as he cares for
me,” Seth replied, smiling at Kemp.
Rian nodded. “You realize if
you choose to do this, my power over you will be such that if you hurt Kemp in
any way, I shall be able to retaliate in ways you can not imagine.”
Seth stared at him in
outrage. “Is that a threat?”
“No,” Rian replied with a
brutal smile, “It is a promise.”
“Father,” Kemp said in
protest, “he wouldn’t.”
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