Adrian stood, pushing the sleeve of his shirt to expose the pale skin of his left wrist. When he pulled the pocket knife out and flicked it open, Crispen caught his wrist.
“Father, you risk angering the court if you do this. A human has not been ’saved’ since years before my birth. I doubt the Queen would look kindly on this.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow at his son. “Why are you so concerned about the feelings of a court that exiled you and it’s own Crowned Prince?”
“I merely worry for your sake, Father. I am not the one who must return to the court. If you do this and she becomes addicted to your blood…how will you explain it to the Queen?”
“I shall merely tell her the truth. That even such an evil creature as we, can fall before such innocence.”