Lucas started to continue, but
paused when his gaze caught the still full mug of blood on the
table. He
seemed slightly perturbed I hadn't accepted his offer. “I assure you the blood is safe.” He paused. “But it's getting cold. You really should drink it before it starts to coagulate." I looked at the blood one last time then returned my gaze to Lucas. “No thank you." "I know you're hungry, Rose,” Lucas pressed. “If you think you will offend my senses by drinking blood in front of me, you won't. I have worked with many, many Vampires in my time. Please,” he said, gesturing to the mug.
"I'm fine,” I assured the warlock.
"Very well,” he said then sighed. Leaping down—or was it his “up"?—he spun in the air and landed on his feet directly in front of me. “Tell me about the Ifrit." "Who?” I played coy.
"Chithula,” Lucas confirmed. There was a sharp edge to his voice that wasn't there before. He had dispensed with the pleasantries and was getting down to business. “What did he tell you?" "That was a very private conversation. I don't think it needs repeating,” I said boldly, deciding that if I were to die here, I would do so with my dignity intact. "This isn't the time for bravery, child,” he threatened, even though I was certainly older than him. “I want to know what the Ifrit told you. Tell me." "That would violate Seeker/Demon confidentiality rules,” I mocked. "I can take it from you if I want,” Lucas said spitefully. I studied the Warlock for a moment. If he could, he already would have. He was bluffing. “I was simply visiting an old friend,” I lied. “That's all." The Warlock tipped his glasses down so they barely clung to tip of his nose. He looked at me with solid red eyes over the rims. “You're lying."
I smiled wryly and held two fingers up. “Scout's honor." "Don't toy with me, Vampire,” Lucas growled. “What did the Ifrit tell you?" "That he just saved a bunch of money on his car insurance by switching to—urk!” An invisible grip clamped around my throat stopping my witty comeback. "I am growing tired of this,” Lucas warned. “Tell me what you know!" I saw a bead of sweat on his forehead. I surmised this wasn't his lair and its upkeep was taxing his powers. Warlocks, unlike Witches, were the result of a pact with a Demon for power. Witches were born with their power while Warlocks were made. Their power wasn't limitless and unlike Witches, it could be taken. “I won't talk."
seemed slightly perturbed I hadn't accepted his offer. “I assure you the blood is safe.” He paused. “But it's getting cold. You really should drink it before it starts to coagulate." I looked at the blood one last time then returned my gaze to Lucas. “No thank you." "I know you're hungry, Rose,” Lucas pressed. “If you think you will offend my senses by drinking blood in front of me, you won't. I have worked with many, many Vampires in my time. Please,” he said, gesturing to the mug.
"I'm fine,” I assured the warlock.
"Very well,” he said then sighed. Leaping down—or was it his “up"?—he spun in the air and landed on his feet directly in front of me. “Tell me about the Ifrit." "Who?” I played coy.
"Chithula,” Lucas confirmed. There was a sharp edge to his voice that wasn't there before. He had dispensed with the pleasantries and was getting down to business. “What did he tell you?" "That was a very private conversation. I don't think it needs repeating,” I said boldly, deciding that if I were to die here, I would do so with my dignity intact. "This isn't the time for bravery, child,” he threatened, even though I was certainly older than him. “I want to know what the Ifrit told you. Tell me." "That would violate Seeker/Demon confidentiality rules,” I mocked. "I can take it from you if I want,” Lucas said spitefully. I studied the Warlock for a moment. If he could, he already would have. He was bluffing. “I was simply visiting an old friend,” I lied. “That's all." The Warlock tipped his glasses down so they barely clung to tip of his nose. He looked at me with solid red eyes over the rims. “You're lying."
I smiled wryly and held two fingers up. “Scout's honor." "Don't toy with me, Vampire,” Lucas growled. “What did the Ifrit tell you?" "That he just saved a bunch of money on his car insurance by switching to—urk!” An invisible grip clamped around my throat stopping my witty comeback. "I am growing tired of this,” Lucas warned. “Tell me what you know!" I saw a bead of sweat on his forehead. I surmised this wasn't his lair and its upkeep was taxing his powers. Warlocks, unlike Witches, were the result of a pact with a Demon for power. Witches were born with their power while Warlocks were made. Their power wasn't limitless and unlike Witches, it could be taken. “I won't talk."