Evan stepped in front of Loren, close enough to kiss him. “I’ve had many people tell me I was crazy,” Evan said. “No one has ever told me why. Now is your chance, Loren. Why would anyone tell a sorcerer he’s crazy?”
Loren swallowed hard.
Evan brought his sword between them, lodging the tip under Loren’s chin. “I’ve already doomed my soul to Hell once more for what I’ve done,” Evan said. “But make no mistake. I would do it all over again for Morgan.”
“Evan,” Loren said with a precarious swallow, “you have no idea what power resides in the mortal’s body.” Loren glanced at Morgan out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh?”
Evan grinned and backed away. Morgan stepped up and sank his teeth into his own wrist. Evan drew him close and began to drink.
The tastes were stronger this time—much stronge
