The Dark Sire Issue 3 (Spring 2020) | Page 96

smoothed the hair from my forehead, a look of concern shadowing her face. “Don’t worry Pandim,” I said softly, trying to calm her. “I’ve been through worse and still alive to fight another day.” “I know,” she sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. “But I don’t like to see you like this.” With that, she curled up beside me, snuggling into my ribs as best she could, like a small puppy in a new home. I looked upon Pandim for a moment, allowing my eyes to soften briefly at her innocence - but remembering that Viken was still in the room and watching, I turned and looked at him coldly. “What?” I growled at him. “Nothing,” he said, feigning innocence - at which he failed. “As for the first of many questions: Damascus’ errand boy, Zavier, came with a message telling me to come and, ‘retrieve my pet’.” Viken looked like he wanted to ask me something but wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know the answer. His hesitation didn’t last. “What in the hell were you doing at Damascus’ manor anyway?” “Well -” I began, but stopped. “I went after the medallion.” I knew he wouldn’t merely drop the subject, so I decided to just be honest with him. “Lianna discovered that Damascus had taken possession of it. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Pandim sat up beside me, “Why do you always have to do that? To go after vampires like Damascus. It doesn’t make sense! Do you have a death wish?” Her dark green eyes were wide with worry and sadness. 94