“Ah, not so forgiving then. Yet you came here to rescue him. Bargained with me to take him back. Baffling.” He smiles.
“He is still my sire. I still love him; I just can’t forgive him. Now shut it and give me your hands.”
He takes my hands in his. “What exactly are we doing?”
“I am offering you my energy to see how it affects you,” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me, but he pulls on my energy anyway. I am going to have to find something to feed from myself soon and this is not helping, but I will do it anyway. “Do you feel any different?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “It is incredible, but it only works from your Dragon side. You see. It is pointless.”
“Why?”
“Because I cannot get to the Dragon Realms and I don’t exactly see Tiamat sending over a bunch of Her subjects just so I can walk the Earth full time.”
“Then use me.” I shrug.
“No, I cannot sustain this from just you alone. It will kill you,” he says.
“Aww, you really don’t want me dead anymore. So sweet. And by the way, I don’t die easily. If at all, in fact,” I point out.
“Everyone dies,” he says. “There is always a way.”
“Gee, doom and gloom much?”
“Thank you for your offer, but it is impractical.” He averts his eyes.
“So is your wanting to take me into a world of dreams,” I say.
“Not for me,” he sighs.
“Very well. I will find a way to make this happen.”
“Will you still give me my seven days with you? I have been looking forward to it all day,” he sulks.
“I gave you my word. But no funny business,” I say.
“What is funny business?” he asks.
“No turning into Fraser or trying to get into my pants. Again. It’s creepy. Even more so now I know we are related.” I shudder at the thought.
“I told you we are not related. And even if you insist on making the Tiamat connection, we are distant relatives at best,” he scoffs.
“Distant relatives is still relatives,” I point out.
“But you don’t let that bother you with young Xane,” he points out and I gulp.
“His lineage is so far below mine; it is but a speck on the horizon. A speck that you can’t even see without one of those space telescope thingies. You, on the other hand, have a very clear title of ‘grandnephew.’ Even if you were born two thousand years before me, there’s no getting away from it.”
“Why are you so stubborn?” he asks.
“Why are you so creepy?” I retort.
He laughs loudly. “Fine, you win. No Fraser and no roll in the hay. Refuse a starving man a meal, see if I care.”
“You are incorrigible. Go find yourself a nice little ghost girl to ease your needs,” I say to him.
He laughs again and says, “Any words you want to pass on to your entourage before I go?”