Xian Xi
Demon blood?
I repeat the words in my head.
Her sly smile is back, her expression smug.
I don't feel different in any way. She has to be bluffing - she just has to.
I can't become the very thing I hate - a demon.
What's to say that I won't become a vile and mindless creature, a slave to the Demon Rulers?
Arya is the only known exception.
"You're not going to die".
I turn to glare at her.
"That is the least of my problems. I would have rather died".
"You're not a full demon." Then as an afterthought, she adds, "Not yet".
"What do you mean by that?"
"My blood saved your life-"
"Which I didn't ask for-" I cut in.
"Would you just shut up and listen! Fang bound me with her blood, and now, I've bound you with mine. I am now your master".
I blink several times, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and sandy.
Master?
"It can't be".
"It is. And from now on, we travel together".
Staggering, I lean back on the wall for support.
