"…Even so…" I murmured, torn.
"I told you vampires grow stronger through blood, didn't I? My blood, for a fledgling like you, is like an elixir—unmatched by anything in this world."
Her words erased my reluctance in an instant. "Is that true?"
"Not just any elixir," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. "For you, no substance in existence could rival my blood."
Gulp. The temptation was overwhelming. If she was right, this could overcome my aversion to blood entirely. But she wasn't done—she knew exactly how to seal my decision.
"From what I can tell, someone did a number on you," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Don't you want revenge?"
The word struck like lightning. A face flashed in my mind—Master. The one I'd revered like a parent since childhood. But no longer. Now, she was nothing but a vile betrayer. She'd killed me, and in my absence, she'd defiled Yuseong, a shameless harlot who'd dared to touch a boy young enough to be her grandson.
