“I will not have you destroyed, but keep in mind you’re on probation. The slightest misstep…” He let his threat hang.
“Sir, she helped me. If she hadn’t untied my hands, de Vivar would have drained me for sure.”
“Indeed? In that case, as a reward for your actions, I will grant you clemency.”
“You’re not doing me any favor, your Grace. Five hundred years like this…”
“Tyrell, is your hand still bleeding?”
“Uh…” I looked down at my palm. “No. I’m sorry.” Although I had no idea what I was apologizing about.
Adam took my hand and used a fingernail to reopen one of the wounds.
“Ow!” Blood began welling up in my palm.
“Forgive me, dragul meu. Your grace.” He held my hand out.
“Antonia, saborblood cures many things, including the manner in which de Vivar turned you. You may have a taste.”
“Your Grace!” She dropped to her knees before us. “Se?or, may I?”