“What fuckingever,” Dionisie says, lifting his shoulders.
“I think that we need to review this with our Sire,” I say, nodding.
“Sounds good; let’s go tomorrow at the Golden Hour when the portal opens,” Vlad says, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Splendid,” I say, nodding.
“We need to look for our soulmate, and that’s going to be fucking hard. She can be anywhere in the fucking world, and I don’t have time for this bullshit,” Vlad snarls, grinding his molars.
“Indeed, that’s going to be a chore,” I say, nodding.
“Bros, I found my soulmate,” Dionisie says, in a low tone, rubbing his neck, his forehead gathers in thought.
“Fucking hell! That’s bloody incredible,” I say, staring at my younger brother, turning up my lips in a cynical smirk.
“Fucking asshole,” Dionisie growls, extending his middle finger.
“Incredible,” I huff, shaking my head.
“What do you mean? I’ve known for a while,” Dionisie says, lifting his shoulders.
“What does that mean? Have you not claimed her,” Vlas asks, raising his eyebrows, staring at Dionisie?
“Not yet,” Dionisie huffs, shaking his head.
“Why bloody not,” I ask, staring at him shifting in his seat.
He looks fucking anxious, grinding his molars.
“Bros, I don’t want to see her die,” Dionisie says, pushing off his chair.
“That’s fucking absurd since you can turn her,” I snarl, shaking my head, raising my hands.
I don’t fucking get him.
What’s his fucking problem?
It’s really absurd.
“I don’t know if I want to do that to her because I don’t want to take her mortality from her,” Dionisie says, pacing around the office.
Dionisie looks fucking troubled, actually tormented.
I don’t get it.
“What the fuck does that mean,” Vlad asks, leaning back into his chair, lowering his eyelids.
When he does that, it’s like he wants to reach deep into your soul. Thank fuck that he doesn’t have the power to read minds our look into our souls.
“It means that I’m fucking confused! I love her so much, yet I fear losing her when she learns of our existence,” Dionisie says, stopping his pacing, closing his eyes, throwing back his head.
“You’re being a fucking idiot,” Vlad says, shaking his head.
“Indeed, you’re a bloody sod,” I say, throwing back my head, shaking with laughter flowing out from deep in my chest.
I’m fucking enjoying his conundrum!
“Fucking claim, her,” Vlad snarls, pushing off his chair walking over to stand in front of Dionisie.
