Opposing Forces
Later that night, I told Freia a shortened version of what had become of me that afternoon, glossing over the information about blood control and that frightening moment when I felt certain that Augustin was about to r**e me. I focused primarily on the bleeding—which, I reminded her, was a common practice for Teuton priests when they sought information—and the mystical experience of approaching the gates of time, the very door of death. I had come so close to home, and I had felt no fear, only relief. And then he had pulled me back at the risk of his own life, his own soul. I emphasized the lengths to which Augustin had gone in order to ensure my survival, granting me his own blood to restore my strength. I also mentioned his kiss, not going into great detail, concluding t
