Inheritance Of The Blood
Now in the semi-darkness, her thoughts turned to Vasya’s comment about Zuor. Her chest had nearly exploded with fear. Zuor was toying with her, showing her he could come and tell them what she was, a slave to his need for her blood, at any time. Zuor would show Vasya. Her stomach congealed as waves of nausea swelled.
“Oh God!” The words erupted and she slapped her hand over her mouth even as she cast a quick glance in the direction of the bed. Vasya muttered in his sleep and turned before sinking back down. Her outburst had nearly woken him, and that would lead to questions of the kind she feared most.