From DEEP WATER LEGENDS

"You're really scared, aren't you?" He spoke for the first time...ever.

Daphne blinked. Was that supposed to be a trick question?

"I can't survive on animal blood, not that I would ever want to. I'm sorry for feeding on you, and being unprepared for this journey. They took me by surprise. Sorry if I hurt you in my carelessness..."

He stopped, quickly shutting his mouth. Broken sentences spoke of his worries, the downcast eyes flickering with red flame.

As a human witch, Daphne knew a lot about real magic, but vampires and teleportation was so far from her realm of expertise. The weirdest part, the moment they had entered this forest, her abilities had left her high and dry.

Fernando stopped too suddenly for Daphne to avoid tumbling into him. He winced when she rebounded off a tree. Great, another bruise he'd inflicted. When would this madness stop? He had to finish, it was paramount he reach his goal, or all would be lost.

The Hunters were so close, and they'd spared no expense for his account. He just wished he had more time to think it through, never counting on them finding him this fast.

He jerked her around to push her against a tree, careful not to hurt her, no matter what she thought. And he could read every petrified thought tumbling around in her too human brain. This singular fact among many upset his certainty.

Was there a mistake? No, it couldn't be that. She had the birthmark, the one in the old Native drawings and legends Fernando had found among the fairytales his fellow councilmen kept in the underground chambers where he worked continuously.

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