Hours turned to days and days to weeks…
When the Lord finally recovered, the same was not to be said of the young vampire. Except for his parents, no one saw Kione for months, hiding within the walls of the mansion rooms, only wandering at night when everyone was asleep.
The circumstances of events that happened should alone have killed him or, at worst, corrupted his core, because at last he still had the blood of a vampire within him, but he lived.
During his seclusion recovery, he probably had fought a good fight rather than succumbing to the darkness that clawed at his inner self. Maybe that was how he survived.
But one thing was certain for sure, something raw and potent had awoken within him as an aftermath of his visit.
Rafferty's thoughts wheeled back to the present as he turned into a corridor.
