“Yes, it was a fitting–and, dare I say it, almost beautiful end–to that part of his life and Legion’s,” Seeyr said.
“Caemorn said that Legion’s soul immediately left though it is unclear if they went to be reincarnated or… went on,” Grayson said. “He is looking into it.”
“He will ensure that history does not repeat itself or that Roan does not play any role in diverting them from their right destiny,” she said.
Grayson wondered if Caemorn hadn’t already ensured something about that. He wouldn’t have put it past the Kaly Vampire to have captured and imprisoned the soul forever. But it would be better if Legion were simply gone. Ryder, either way, was free of his guilt about them.
“And you, how are you?” she repeated.
He let out a breath. “I… don’t know.”
“Now that is unusual for you. I’m sure that’s unnerving,” she said noncommittally.
“You know I hate it,” Grayson sighed again.
“Yes, of course, you do. But that only means you don’t know your direction yet. But you will,” she said simply.
Grayson felt the distinct need for a drink. “I know what my heart wants.”
“Ryder.” She nodded.
“But… What about my duty? The Weryn Bloodline is powerful and useful. But will I allow myself to… to become too distracted?” Grayson asked.
“You mean will you indulge in being a Childe? Will you let yourself go and be in love?” Seeyr asked.
“You make it sound foolish not to just do that,” Grayson said.
“Ask yourself this question, Grayson, will you love Ryder any less or want to be with him any less if you choose another to turn you? Or will your time be just that more divided as you wish to be with Ryder, but also wish to honor your Master?” she pointed out.
Grayson let out a breath. “When you ask it that way it's so clear. I would bemoredivided if I didn’t follow my heart and choose Ryder. If he’ll have me.”
“Oh, that isnota question!” She playfully pushed him.
“I am lucky he would do this as I would not truly be a Childe to him,” Grayson admitted.
“But you’re still anxious, aren’t you? You’re still not settled,” Seeyr intuited.
She was right. Now that she had pointed out to him that if he chose someone other than Ryder–the only one he truly was willing to lose his own power to–why was he still unwilling to take the next step. It wasn’t just the decision about who, it was the decision to turn.
“I’m ready to get rid of this weakness,” he said, holding his arms out in front of him. “The Ever Dark is calling to me. I can’t… keep on like this.”
She covered one of his hands with hers. “And yet here you are. Making excuses for not being turned.”
“I’m not making excuses. The Sect is still out there. The structures… I have to keep us safe.”
She squeezed his hand. “You will.”
But she is intimating that there is something I’m not seeing or letting myself see. But what?
He knew better than to ask her outright. She had already been far more open with her than usual.
“Did you come to tell me that or will you stay awhile?” he asked.
“I will most definitely stay awhile if you get us some of that nice wine you like so much,” she said. He rose up to get them some. She grasped his arm. “There was one more thing.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Anything.”
“You know not what you are saying!” She laughed. “I’ve come to ask that you hold off on having someone court Mairead from Ashyr.”
