24
DAWN
They’re not positive I won’t hurt them. Markula still doesn’t seem convinced I won’t turn.
But he’s willing to risk Kain.
Draynor approaches with the leather cuff in his hand. No longer fastened to the bedpost, the long chain drags the ground. “Are you ready?”
I nod. At least they’ve set the mood this time: candles cover nearly every surface of the room, casting shuddering yellow along the walls, the floor, my flesh. Perhaps I should be more self-conscious — I am standing in front of four men, naked aside from the gauze that covers rather horrific vampire bites — but I’m not. For the first time ever, I feel like I belong, that every inch of my flesh was made to be worshipped here. I don’t know why that word pops into my head — worshipped — but that’s the best way I can describ
