with his brothers.”
Brianna hesitated, taking the paper bag and water. “Thanks.” Hunger made her stomach growl, but refusing to eat angered Tristan. He brought her here against her will and had no intention of letting her leave, so she was more than happy to antagonise him. Since he did not offer the food, resisting was unreasonable. “Where’d you get the sandwich?” she removed the bread roll from the bag, taking a bite. A blend of swiss cheese, smoked ham, tomatoes, lettuce and mayo infused her taste buds.
Oh, so good . She took a bigger bite, not bothering to savour the sandwich, but satisfying her grumbling stomach.
“Slow down or you’ll choke,” Cynthia warned, reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed. She twisted the cap and handed it over.
Brianna downed a few swigs before devouring the sandwich.
“As for your question, I didn’t know what to get you, but my human friend says the sandwich bar is the best.”
“Wait,” Brianna mumbled between mouthfuls. “Humans live down here? And did you say sandwich bar?”
Cynthia’s long dark hair bounced as she nodded. “Yes, hundreds of humans have done so for centuries. Not even the humans can bear being away from their moitiés , and of course vampires cannot go into the light of day, so the humans remain with their loved ones in Désuet , and yes,” she laughed, folding her arms over her chest. “I did say a sandwich bar.”
“And these humans survive off sandwiches?”
Cynthia chuckled. “We have a few restaurants down here. Besides, those with a human moitié have kitchens in their homes. Every week, a group of humans travel to the local town for fresh groceries.”
Who knew vampires lived so civilised. Amber had said she wanted to visit Désuet one day. If under different circumstances, maybe she would have wanted to explore this cave, too.
“Everyone is talking about you. You’re the main gossip.”
“Me?” Brianna asked between mouthfuls. “Why?”
“You’re the first ever unwilling moitié . And the fact you tried to kill your other half is absolutely scandalous. The vampires are having a field day with this.”
Incredible. They thought her a damn celebrity. “Look, I don’t know how this whole bonding thing works. But believe me when I say I can’t be Tristan’s moitié .”
“This does surprise me. So many women would be honoured to be the moitié of a Pure like Tristan.”
Brianna recalled Cynthia mentioning something about Pure and Impure vampires when they met. “A Pure? So that means Tristan would blister in sunlight, right? Or is that the Impure vampires?”
The gleam in Cynthia’s eyes displayed her amusement. “How much do you know about the history of vampires?”
“Nil. My cousin, Amber, is into that stuff, but it’s never interested me.”
“Well, to answer your question, you are right. A Pure, like Tristan, and the majority of the vampire nation do blister in sunlight. There are more Pure vampires than Impures.”
“Why’s that?”
Cynthia sat beside her on the bed. “Over a thousand years ago, a young man named Sylvestre Marcel lost his entire family to an army of Vikings. He sought to protect his village. With the help of witches, he held blood rituals and had his people drink each other’s blood on full moons. He did this to make them powerful and defend themselves against the enemy. Months had passed before the transition, but eventually their strength and speed doubled. After that, they only needed a handful to defeat an entire army. But then the people grew aware of other changes.”
Cynthia tucked a strand of dark silky hair behind her ear. “Half the townsfolk became liable on blood, the other found the urge to run with the moon; these were the first natural vampires and werewolves. The vampires asked the family of witches to correct their mistake with the werewolves, but they were unable, and this angered each of the species. And so began the first feud between werewolves,
Brianna hesitated, taking the paper bag and water. “Thanks.” Hunger made her stomach growl, but refusing to eat angered Tristan. He brought her here against her will and had no intention of letting her leave, so she was more than happy to antagonise him. Since he did not offer the food, resisting was unreasonable. “Where’d you get the sandwich?” she removed the bread roll from the bag, taking a bite. A blend of swiss cheese, smoked ham, tomatoes, lettuce and mayo infused her taste buds.
Oh, so good . She took a bigger bite, not bothering to savour the sandwich, but satisfying her grumbling stomach.
“Slow down or you’ll choke,” Cynthia warned, reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed. She twisted the cap and handed it over.
Brianna downed a few swigs before devouring the sandwich.
“As for your question, I didn’t know what to get you, but my human friend says the sandwich bar is the best.”
“Wait,” Brianna mumbled between mouthfuls. “Humans live down here? And did you say sandwich bar?”
Cynthia’s long dark hair bounced as she nodded. “Yes, hundreds of humans have done so for centuries. Not even the humans can bear being away from their moitiés , and of course vampires cannot go into the light of day, so the humans remain with their loved ones in Désuet , and yes,” she laughed, folding her arms over her chest. “I did say a sandwich bar.”
“And these humans survive off sandwiches?”
Cynthia chuckled. “We have a few restaurants down here. Besides, those with a human moitié have kitchens in their homes. Every week, a group of humans travel to the local town for fresh groceries.”
Who knew vampires lived so civilised. Amber had said she wanted to visit Désuet one day. If under different circumstances, maybe she would have wanted to explore this cave, too.
“Everyone is talking about you. You’re the main gossip.”
“Me?” Brianna asked between mouthfuls. “Why?”
“You’re the first ever unwilling moitié . And the fact you tried to kill your other half is absolutely scandalous. The vampires are having a field day with this.”
Incredible. They thought her a damn celebrity. “Look, I don’t know how this whole bonding thing works. But believe me when I say I can’t be Tristan’s moitié .”
“This does surprise me. So many women would be honoured to be the moitié of a Pure like Tristan.”
Brianna recalled Cynthia mentioning something about Pure and Impure vampires when they met. “A Pure? So that means Tristan would blister in sunlight, right? Or is that the Impure vampires?”
The gleam in Cynthia’s eyes displayed her amusement. “How much do you know about the history of vampires?”
“Nil. My cousin, Amber, is into that stuff, but it’s never interested me.”
“Well, to answer your question, you are right. A Pure, like Tristan, and the majority of the vampire nation do blister in sunlight. There are more Pure vampires than Impures.”
“Why’s that?”
Cynthia sat beside her on the bed. “Over a thousand years ago, a young man named Sylvestre Marcel lost his entire family to an army of Vikings. He sought to protect his village. With the help of witches, he held blood rituals and had his people drink each other’s blood on full moons. He did this to make them powerful and defend themselves against the enemy. Months had passed before the transition, but eventually their strength and speed doubled. After that, they only needed a handful to defeat an entire army. But then the people grew aware of other changes.”
Cynthia tucked a strand of dark silky hair behind her ear. “Half the townsfolk became liable on blood, the other found the urge to run with the moon; these were the first natural vampires and werewolves. The vampires asked the family of witches to correct their mistake with the werewolves, but they were unable, and this angered each of the species. And so began the first feud between werewolves,
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