?I had first seen that color when she had tipped her head back and sung a song with words that no longer existed. The spirits of the Willow of Lore changing their signature blue aura color to bloodred and harmonizing withher.
?I thought I had to have imagined it. Or maybe it had been that the blood of the vampyr who’s blood turned her was influencing her eye color because of the spirits and song.
?Then the battle happened and when I grabbed Percius and Rovan I had seen. . . I had seen a god. Blue flames licking around her with burning embers and smoke. Shadows making up everything about her with the exception of those eyes.
?They burned like a death sun. Sentencing us all to damnation.
?They don’t look like that now.
?They look like twin drops of blood on freshly powdered snow. A certain beauty in tainting the pure with something that is both a life source and the symbol of death and destruction.
?“You’re staring,” she states bluntly.
?“You’re still keeping secrets,” I drawl.
?Her eyes flash and I hadn’t really meant the words or processed what exactly I was saying, but now I wonder what else she’s hiding.
?“And. . . ?”
?She straightens her spine which only pushers her breasts further out while raising a brow. She catches me staring at her chest, but she doesn’t hide or shy away. If anything she looks bored. As if me staring at her body doesn’t matter.
?“Why did you burn down my rooms?”
?She rolls her eyes and shakes her head which makes me want to go over there, wrap my hand around her throat, and show her the only reason her eyes should be rolling back.
?“Why did you push me into the sun?”
?I answer her immediately because I have a valid response.
?“To see if you were a vampire or not.” She smirks at me, I’m sure because we failed to actually prove anything. She isnota vampire. “Now answer my question.”
?There’s a long silence where not even my father or uncle says anything as me and the poison drop glare at each other. Her red eyes holding me hostage because there’s something deeper about them. They’re a couple shades darker than mine, but it’s more than that.
?It’s her aura. Her magic shines so brightly through her eyes and I wonder if now her fated would be able to see her soul. That could have been the problem all along.
?She looks away first and shrugs – trying to downplay whatever this is. Or whatever her reason is.
?“Payback for trying to kill me and because you didn’t like my singing.”
?I cock my head the slightest as I peer at her. I know she can feel the weight of my gaze, but she doesn’t shift or move in discomfort. She weathers it with her shoulders pulled back and spine straight.
?She had said something similar when Varian was truth pulling. The reason she ran out. . .music is mine and he hates me because of it. Thinks I’m too worthless for it.
?I hadn’t said anything before because there hadn’t been time. She thinks I hate her because she sang? She couldn’t be more wrong.
?“How did you even know the words?”
?Her face is a mask of nothing, but Callahan and Varian beside and behind her look at her with questions. Callahan pondering while Varian narrows his eyes – like they’re both waiting for her to answer as well.
?She shrugs again. “Technically all vampires know the song and some can process the words.”
?My and Callahan’s fathers don’t move as they watch her. Curious and puzzled and suspicious.
?Slowly, I respond, “You are not a vampire.”
?She looks away from me and crosses her arms. Though one hand subconsciously begins itching over her heart. Over the fuckingclaimingbitemark that devil – Jerusil’s twin – gave her. It boils my blood and I can feel it rushing through my veins with rage.
?Locking her hands at her side, she turns towards the councilmen and a raised brow. “Where’s Professor D’etre?”
