“You haven’t lost too much blood, I can tell. And it shouldn’t have made you faint getting bit in the neck either. I’m starting to believe Severin’s theory.”
“Theory?” I questioned, feeling way too tired for guessing.
“He believes you are his fated.”
I blinked. Then I laughed. Then I saw her shocked expression and laughed even harder. Me, fated to one of the eldest vampires? I should be so lucky.
“I believe him to be right,” she added, her voice held a bit of anger now, so I stopped my laughing.
“But why? Because I fainted?”
“No. Because your blood affected him too.”
“That’s the potion. All my masters liked my sweet blood. It’s what I’m known for,” I argued.
“Even so, I’ve known Severin for twenty years. I trust his judgement. Remember how old he is. If he says you’re his, then, honey, you likely are.”
Chapter 8
Severin
Pacing the flowery field that I had been abducted to, I glared at Peter who only seemed amused over my annoyance. If only I could kill him. Just once. I did not like that Felix wanted to speak to Dina alone. Why? Did he not trust me?
Peter’s phone dinged and he casually read aloud, “You’re free to come back now.” I was back in Felix’s roomseconds later.
“Felix?” I said, kneeling next to his bed. “Everything okay?”
“See?” Dina said, sounding awfully smug about something. I ignored her and focused on my fated. I had never been so afraid before, seeing him faint… I would never forget it. What had been such a pleasurable experience ended so abruptly. I had called Peter and rushed Felix to bed. Then I had to suffer the embarrassment of telling both Peter and Dina about the feeding and the fated thing.
“I, um. Feel better,” he answered, his smile a bit forced. I did not like that; I wanted him to confide in me.
“Can we have a moment?” I asked, speaking to Dina. Peter had not returned with me, likely giving us some space.
“Of course. I’ll tell Joel to make some soup. I think it would do you good, hon.” She patted Felix’s arm before leaving us alone.
“How are you really feeling?” I asked, hoping he would offer me his honesty.
“Fine. I think. I’m a bit confused.”
“Confused?”
He sat up straighter, then turned to face me better. “I heard you believe I’m your fated. I don’t want to deceive you, Severin.”
“Deceive me?” I asked, confused and a tad worried. “I have no doubts you are my fated, Felix. Nothing deceitful about that.”
He groaned, hiding his face with his hands. “I hoped I never had to admit this to any of my masters.” I tried not to bristle at that. I was not simply his master, not anymore. I was his fated and he was mine. We were so much more than the contract between us said. “I drink potions.”
I tilted my head. “Are you sick? Was that why you fainted?” I grabbed his hand, suddenly terrified of losing him. I had only just gotten him.
“No,” he replied with a soft smile as he eyed or clasped hands. “I’m a witch.”
I just stared at him. “And?” I asked, waiting for why that required him to drink potions.
He blinked. “What?”
“Why do you drink potions because you are a witch? That does not make sense to me. Is it a certain potion that keeps you alive?”
He laughed. “Sorry, I guess I just figured you would magically know what potion I drink.”
