Devilish rumours
A few hours later, as Soren helps me get ready for the masquerade, I can't help but think about it. About that tiny, faint little spark I felt, a foreign body in my system- a corruption, and about the eternal flame, my mission and what I might find at the masquerade.
I let myself think momentarily on the events that have come to pass.
At first I am disgusted with myself. Disgusted I let him toy with me again- let him, and did nothing about it to stop him. In fact, part of me, a vile, disgusting part of me, wanted to let him have his way with me.
I chalk it down to the fact he must have glamoured me unwittingly. Surely, there is no way I would ever feel like that about a vampire, right? What's more, if the council ever learned what Soren implied to do to me...