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“Oh,” Beth said quietly.

Robert had called her ‘tesorina’. She’d noticed, but she didn’t know if he had. She didn’t know what it meant but she assumed it was Italian.

“Enough of the past. It doesn’t matter,” Robert said quietly, smiling softly, though Beth could see the hurt in his eyes.

It was rare to notice such obvious emotion in Robert’s eyes, Beth realised.

“Is there any chance of me becoming a vampire from vampire blood? Any chance whatsoever? Please don’t lie to me, Robert.”

“I would never lie to you, gattino. Avoid the truth maybe, but I would never lie. Well, the only way to change from drinking the blood would be death, but I won’t let you die, Beth, I won’t.” Robert shook his head, more to assure himself than her. “Anyway, after drinking the blood, the chances of dying are reduced to almost nothing. Most vampires are turned by drinking blood and being killed purposefully.”

“So there’s a very slim chance I might change?” Robert nodded once. “But I would be better?” He nodded again.

Beth thought for a moment. This could save her life. Her cough may have practically disappeared but she found she could often taste her own blood in her mouth.

“Can you close the door, please, Robert?” she whispered.

He did as she asked. Beth closed her eyes and sighed. She could feel the bed dip slightly as Robert sat back down. When Beth opened her eyes, he was sat opposite her again, watching her carefully, with a guarded expression on his face.

“Can Alex and Catalin hear us?” she asked.

“They could, but they’re too immersed in the documents I stole from your house,” he said nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “We needed more information about witches and I thought, where better to look than your house. Magic runs in families. Your father and brother are witches too. Though, I hear male witches prefer the term ‘warlock’.”

“Jack’s a witch?”

“Apparently. Do you think he knows anything?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Could Jack possibly know about magic? What would she do if he did? She could hardly just come right out and ask him if he knew. Beth sighed again.

“Anyway, can Alex and Catalin hear us?” she asked again.

“They aren’t listening, no.”

“I want to do it,” she murmured softly.

“Are you sure?” Robert asked, knowing what she was talking about.

“Yes. But I don’t want Alex to know.”

“His blood wouldn’t do much to help you anyway. Blood filled with power is best.”

Beth nodded absently. She knew that was Robert’s way of promising he wouldn’t say anything.

Robert moved carefully, as if he thought she would change her mind. He pulled a penknife out of his back pocket. Beth raised an eyebrow.

“You never know when a knife might be of use. Besides, a sharp knife is one of the only things that will cut a vampire’s skin.”

“What are the other things?”

“Vampire teeth.”

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