Vaistian grabbed him by his shoulders, ‘Here it comes,
I’m dead. Goodbye, Doniya, my love.’ But instead of striking
him dead, he forced the battered boy to look at him.
“Did they happen to call this medallion by name?” Lord
Vaistian asked.
He was stunned that his master hadn’t struck him yet.
“Um, I think they said Obiru… Obyru… something like that,
Pendent.” He looked up in surprise at the wonder dawning on his
lord’s face.
“Did they say anything about it?” Vaistian asked, shaking
him roughly. “Did they say if it had been found?”
“They mentioned someone called Kaizuki Kurenai having
possession of it, Master. But I don’t know who that is.”
Vaistian laughed out loud. “Oh, I know exactly who that
is. Well, this is a strange turn of events.” He looked back at the boy.
“Tell me, how were you able to listen? Vampires are usually quite
careful about discussing such things if others are around.”
“I am able to dim myself, My Lord. I was in the same
room, but they were unable to see me or sense me.”
Vaistian stared for a moment, “You are a talented one and
are going to be most useful to me yet boy. Come, Lazarius.”
Vaistian turned and walked down the alley. “You’ve just saved your
own life.”
Lazarius looked up at the brown velvet ceiling
from his vantage point on the floor, unsure if he should
just lay there and be thrown around like a rag doll, or, if he
should get up and see if the worst was over. The question
was quickly answered for him.
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