Valeria tended to Erwin's wounds and helped him to sleep. She sang him a lullaby and put him to bed. In her mind all that she could think of was everything that took place.
She found it hard to believe that the desert king was her father and he went as far as to take her life just to have the love of his life back. It pained her as he was nothing close to the father who raised her.
She understood from where that she had gotten all of her evil and cunningness from. It seemed to flow in her blood.
She was happy that she had pieced together all the messed up pieces of her life that were so messed up. The reasons for the voices and who the voices belonged to. Everything was clear to her.
The only problem was the fact that she had lost her power. The only thing she had left was the fact that she was a vampire. No more a witch but a vampire.