“I am never drinking from her,” I said flatly, pulling out the red-and-black robe from the upper rack.
“You know the hunger is only going to worsen, right?” he said. “The bond does not just appear, Revan. It demands to be sealed.”
“I will take my chances.”
Alaric sighed, the kind of sigh that usually came before a lecture.
“You have no idea how lucky you are, do you? Do you know how many men would kill to find their bloodhost?” he said. “Many make it to fifteen hundred without ever feeling the pull; they beg for the bond. Pray for it. Toll for it. Then, there is you, with an active bond begging to be sealed.”
“I am NOT drawing substance from Baevera Eldareth.”
He regarded my stiff pose. “You know, you have never told me the full story. But from everything I know, I do know she hurt y
