"Is it?" I questioned. "Why is it?"
"Why not?" Merelyn argued. "That is how the world does it. The bad is always going there and you can only hope that God will be able to outweigh it."
Maybe. Because these things were never in our hands, were they? So, hope was the only thing left.
I took another sip of the tea. "There is blood in yours?"
"Yes."
"How does it feel to be drinking blood?"
"A little.." Merelyn paused briefly. "At first, it was an unfamiliar taste, thicker than anything I have ever drank, but then, because you need it, it sort of becomes natural."
I nodded, understanding that. Hunger could drive anyone to great lengths.
Yet, I could not stop thinking about the fact that I did have feelings other than that of fear, for Tristan. How long Could I deny it? Some day, he would know that I was lying because he always knew when I was lying.
