“My lord! Was that wise?”
“Adam’s fine. I only had a few swallows.”
“He wasn’t talking about that, Tyrell.”
“Well then, what?”
“I didn’t give him enough to turn him, Rául.” Adam sat back in his chair and stared at him steadily.
“Wait a minute! I could have been turned?”
“You’re a sabor—my sabor. I wouldn’t have turned you.”
“But could I have been turned?”
“It doesn’t occur frequently.”
“But—”
“It’s been known to happen.” Rául looked pissed. Was he jealous?
“In fact it’s extremely rare.” Adam seemed bothered. Because Rául was bothered?
I might as well join in and be bothered, too. I glared at both of them. “Well, it didn’t happen, so don’t get your shorts in a bunch over it.” I knew I sounded huffy, but I didn’t care.
“Do you want to become a vampyre?” Adam asked. Was he curiou
