Chapter 135
I followed Ioan into the room. The saborese/vampyre was spread out on the bed, his hands cuffed to the headboard and his feet to the footboard. He raised his head. Another blond, but he had gray eyes. His face was lined with pain and despair, and he looked older than I imagined he really was. There was no color in his cheeks, and his lips were so pale they looked bloodless.
“Ioan…Who’s this?” He bared his fangs…or tried to. They wouldn’t drop, and I wondered if he’d be able to feed from me even if I agreed to it. Added to that, he had a serious case of anemia going on—his gums were almost white.
“I’m Ty,” I introduced myself again. “I understand you’re not feeling too good.” I thought about how my blood had helped keep Rául going until Adam could give him some of his own blood. Would it do the same thing for Daniel?
“That’s an understatement.” He laughed bitterly. “Why are you keeping me alive? Undead? Jesus, what the fuck kind of terminology do you use?”