“So, even the great Lord Lazarius has a master.
Now that is interesting. I wonder how that happened.”
“I wish I knew, but I don’t even have a clue as to
who it could be. Lazarius is one of the strongest vampires
I know, which means it has to be someone older than he
is.”
“And,” Viken looked into my eyes, willing me to
listen to his next words carefully, “They will be even more
powerful than Lazarius. So be careful.”
“What concerns me most Viken, is something
Damascus said to Lazarius.”
“What’s that?” Viken looked as though he might
not want to hear any more bad news for the night.
“He said, ‘You’re going to kill her if you keep that
up, Laz. Then HE’s really going to be pissed at you.’
Whoever it is, doesn’t want me dead. At least not yet.”
Viken sat thinking for a moment, trying to make
sense of what I had told him. At last he stood up and
gently pushed me back down into bed.
Pulling the covers up to my chin, he said, “Look,
let’s not worry about things to which we do not yet have
all the answers. Right now, you need to rest. The council
will want a report of what has happened as soon as you are
able.”
“Perhaps you’re right. I will deal with Lazarius and
his master when the time comes.” I snuggled once more
beneath the covers, allowing sleep to settle over me, again.
“Goodnight Viken. Do try to sleep. I’ll be fine.”
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