“Jean, might I make a suggestion?”
“Of course, Aura.”
“You need blood.”
“Do I look that bad?”
“Worse.”
“I appreciate your honesty.”
“You"re welcome.”
“And, you?”
“I would prefer not to.”
“Not quite orca blood, eh,” I chuckled.
“Not quite.”
“I don"t want you going all weak on me.”
“That will not happen.”
“That was a very definite answer.”
“It is a simple fact. I owe it to Nordvind.”
“I am not sure vengeance is a dish that suits you, dear girl. Such things fester and twist, strive to rob you of that which sets you apart.”
“Which is?”
“Innocence, Aura. It is a rare gift, one I would not be so hasty to lose. I know I was and deeply regret it.”
“Innocence is a quality I was robbed of at birth.”
I didn"t get a chance to respond. Aurora had thrown me a blood bag, pirouetted, he
