Chapter 13“Drachen, you've hardly eaten anything at all,” Aljehambra complained. “Are you not feeling well?”
“I'm alright. I'm just not very hungry,” Drachen said scowling at his plate of what looked like spaghetti and meatballs. The noodles were homemade, and the sauce was surprisingly good and tasted like something I would have had at home. I would not have expected such a meal at a royal table, but what did I know about royalty?
“He's becoming one of them,” Chairelott smirked across the table.
“Them?” I asked, confused, looking from one face to the other. Joha's voice turned my head.
“He has the virus.”
“Virus? I'm sorry, I don't understand,” I said.
“Like we discussed before? There are those born to vampires who have the vampire virus. I've been able to single out those in our fa
