Chapter 9
France, 1653
“It’s time for you to Make some offspring,” Michael said. Every few decades, Michael would stroll back into Terrill’s life. It was always an occasion for celebration. Several hundred years had passed since Terrill had been Turned. They were in France, but speaking English, to the disgust of everyone around them.
Terrill had lost count of the drunken victims he’d consumed, so the comment came drifting through a haze of alcohol. Make some offspring? he thought woozily. Not this again!
Michael was always going on about it, but Terrill had never desired to be a Maker. He didn’t want to spend weeks, months, or even years—depending on how much he wanted his progeny to survive—tutoring a baby vampire. Most didn’t last long anyway. Their instincts to kill and consume wer
