Arathiel knitted his brows in confusion, his thoughts racing. "Can I really get pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yes," the Lord simply answered.
"But how is that possible, my Lord?" Arathiel asked, his mind refusing to believe a single word.
"Don't you believe me?" the Lord asked, his eyes fixing on Arathiel with a sudden, piercing intensity.
Arathiel stuttered, his confidence failing under that gaze.
"You took the news of me being a vampire quite well when you were told," the Lord noted, his voice smooth. "Why can you not believe that I can get you pregnant?"
Arathiel swallowed hard. His Lord believed he was the first vampire Arathiel had ever encountered, but the truth was more complicated.
