“You both think that you
would never hurt the other but life, as each of you should know by now, has a
way of throwing things at you when you least expect it. Things that could
change everything, especially in our world.” Rian looked seriously at Kemp and
Seth. “They say love conquers all, and in most cases that can be the
truth. But not always.” He looked directly at Kemp. “You of all people
understand that.”
Kemp winced but nodded in
acknowledgement of his words, only saying, “So does Seth.”
Rian tuned his gaze to the
young vampyre. “This is true?”
“Yes sir, it is.”
“Very well, then both of you
know the odds. Now, if you’re still of a mind to do this, Seth, let us get on
with it.” Rian reached for a heavy goblet and the slender knife that lay beside
it.
“I am.”
Rian nodded once and then
drew the blade of the knife across his wrist, letting the blood flow into the
goblet. When there was enough, he sealed the wound before handing the goblet to
Seth.
Seth drank slowly, feeling
the power of the King’s blood surge through him. Now he understood why Rian had
chosen this way to do it. Had he been drinking from the wound itself, he’d have
been hard pressed to stop. With the power though, came the desire to do
whatever the King bade him to. It wasn’t a feeling that he had to be servile. More
that he would obey in order to please Rian. When he had been in Hakim’s thrall
there had only been fear. With Rian as his blood Master, there was a deep trust
that the vampyre would not ask anything of him that he would be unwilling to
do.
“And so it is done,” Rian
pronounced once the goblet was empty.
A grin quirked Seth’s lips
and he bowed deeply. “Yes …Master. Now your wish is my command.”
Rian rolled his eyes. “Kemp,
get him out of here before I take that literally and put him to work cleaning
the stables.”
Kemp snorted in amusement.
“We might visit them, but not to clean them.”
“Indeed? I heard that you
two were headed to the hayloft when my man found you. I would suggest a bed
would be much more comfortable.”
“But not nearly as
‘romantic’,” Seth said as he crossed the room to join Kemp.
“Tell me that when you’re
pulling hay out of your hair, and other places. Now get, both of you. I have
things to do that do not involve two oversexed young men.”
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