“But I’m not a vampire…”
“No, and the rites to make one are complex and involve great power and sacrifice on the part of vampir and human alike—so great that there are only a few writings on it from King Solos, and the process was immediately outlawed.”
Solos. I heard that name in my dream. At least, I think I did. “But you’ve researched it?”
“There are only a few, limited tomes on the art, but I’ve always been intrigued by forbidden things.” He smiles slyly. “In any case, becoming bloodsworn isn’t part of the rites to turn a human vampir. But there’s not other information on what would happen with a human and vampir bloodsworn, as it’s never been done before. I could theorize that, in taking the oath and fortifying it with the ritual I performed, deepening it with more of my blood, I have given you traces of the vampir’s power. Perhaps you saw the future us walking through here in your dreams.”
Was that what it was?“Maybe,” is all I can say. My head is pounding. The dream, though fading, was different…but I can’t put my finger on how. It’s becoming hazy in my memory and Ruvan is right. This isn’t the time or place to discuss these matters and, moreover, I don’t want to anymore. There are questions lurking that I don’t want to answer. The idea of new magic growing within me has me shaken. “I guess we’ll know more as time goes on.”
He picks up on the hint and says nothing more.
The rooms blur, one after the next, but I know when we’re getting close to our destination. Sure enough, with one or two deviations to account for collapsed passageways and barred rooms, we took almost the same path as the woman in my dream.
It couldn’t have been the future. I swallow thickly. What has this bloodsworn awoken within me? I fear I have invited the magic of the vampire—and all that comes with it inside of me…and now it might never leave.
