by Tarah Knight
Myra turned her head watching the world fly past from her window. She didn’t know what to say in response to Barron’s apology. After a few minutes a thought occurred to her. “Barron? You said that I really had not broken any rules, or least nothing major right?” He looked over at her then nodded. “So I was thinking, if I was to decide to turn, not that I am mind you, but if I was, wouldn’t I need you to live?” He gave her a puzzled look before answering. “Not really. What you are referring to is being bonded. Even if you were turned as long as you have not fed from me, you would be fine. It’s when you have fed from me and we have engaged that bond that’s between Serah’s that you would depend solely upon me to live. That’s one thing that I am grateful has not happened. Even if I’m executed you will be fine. At least I haven’t messed that up and cursed you as well.”
Myra nodded then went back to looking out of the window. She didn’t know what the right thing was to hope for here. She knew he had hurt her sister very badly, but she also sensed his deep regret. He seemed pretty sure that they would find him and his punishment would be carried out. She wondered what the next few days, weeks, or possibly months would hold in store for them both. Just how long would it be until they were found?
