Chapter 57: _ See Some Blood
Fergus
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The boy’s face was pale as he contemplated taking Fergus’s hands. Fergus wished he could teat through his face and show him that he wasn’t the type that people could keep hanging.
After a long moment, the boy finally took Fergus’s hand. A predatory smile stretched across Fergus’s face. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You’re making the right choice, little one."
He could practically taste the boy’s fear on his tongue. But it wasn’t the same fear he’d sensed earlier. This fear wasn’t directed at him, but rather at the unknown fate awaiting the boy’s brother. He could feel the boy’s fear of losing his brother and that fear...
... that fear, Fergus reveled in.
They walked out of the building and onto the desolate streets. The wolves were cowards; Fergus thought. Just one attack and they were all already cowering in the four walls of their houses.
Bitches.
And that was why they— the vampires would win.
As they walked, Fergus kept up a steady stream of conversation with the boy. He wanted to plant as much fright and fear in him as he could. All of that would only make the boy taste better.
"You know," he said, his voice low, "it’s funny how quickly things can change. One minute you’re safe and sound with your brother, the next..." He trailed off, letting the insinuation of his words settle on the boy.