A Vial of Life (A Shade of Vampire #21) by Bella Forrest Page B

with pleasure as he beheld an entire world sprawled out beneath him—trees, lakes, hills…
    I opened my eyes and shook my head.
    Enough of this.
    I looked at the old man. His eyes were still closed, and his face was… almost unrecognizable. His sour, scowling demeanor had vanished, and his face had lit up. He swayed gently from side to side, as if hypnotized, so taken by the fantasy of some ogre child sleeping within one of the rooms of the guest house.
    I needed to interrupt him, but I felt almost bad to burst the bubble of happiness this otherwise miserable man appeared to be in. I wondered whether he lived in The Tavern. Whether he haunted this guesthouse corridor every day.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll leave you alone, if you’ll just answer a question.”
    He grunted in frustration and when he opened his eyes, his face had resumed its former grumpy look.
    “That was a good one!” he fumed, his lips curling. “It’s been three days since I roamed a dream as good as that!”
    “I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I wish to leave you alone, as I said. Answer my question, and you can return to the dream.”
    “What do you want?” he snapped.
    “I’m looking for a gate that will lead me into the human realm. Do you have any idea how I might find one?”
    The man’s mouth formed in a hard line, his brows furrowed as he continued glaring up at me. “Hm. There are some ogres who may be able to take you there,” he mumbled.
    “Ogres? Which ogres?”
    “The ogres who guard the walls of this island. They discovered a gate some miles away and they frequent it together to gather food for themselves. Humans.”
    “How do you know this?” I asked.
    He smiled bitterly at me, and there was a trace of melancholy in his jaded eyes. “When you haunt an island for six hundred years, you know things like this.”
    Six hundred years. He’s lived this way for six hundred years.
    The thought threw me off, and it took my brain a few seconds to form my next question. “And, uh, do you know the names of the ogres I need to seek out?”
    “Just look for Rufus,” he said. “They usually travel in his ship.”
    “And do you know how often they go?”
    “This is more than one question,” he said, a pained look on his face. “I don’t know how long that dream is going to last, or even that I’ll be able to walk in it again after you scared it off!”
    “How often do the ogres go to the human realm?” I insisted, even though I felt bad for it. But I’d realized by now that I had the power to interrupt his pleasure, and unless he gave me what I wanted, there was no reason for me to go away.
    “Usually twice a week,” he murmured. “At least.”
    “Thank you,” I said. Finally I motioned to turn around, but something kept me rooted to the spot, staring down at the old man curled up on the floor. “May I have your name?”
    “Ernest,” he growled. “Now, shoo!”
    “Thank you, Ernest,” I replied.
    He flicked a hand at me before clamping his eyes shut again. His face scrunched up in concentration, and then, after a few moments, relaxed. The lines in his face smoothed and his expression returned to one of deep peace. I guessed he’d managed to re-immerse himself in the same child’s fantasy. Or perhaps this night had been a lucky one, and he’d found two happy places to lose his aching soul in.

Chapter 7: Ben
    R ufus the ogre . Ernest had said that he was one of the guards on the island. So, abandoning the guest house, I headed straight for the wall that surrounded The Tavern. I recalled the door that Julie had led me through. An ogre had been positioned there. I managed to find my way back to that same spot, where, no surprise, I found an ogre, though not the same one as before.
    He was alone, however. Which meant that in order to find out anything about him, I had to hover near him, waiting for him to have an interaction with someone. Finally, a werewolf approached the door, requesting to be let outside