Her stomach growled again. She'd starve in a day.
The shadow named Two emerged from the corner. She'd forgotten his presence, but he peeled off one glove to display a scarred forearm and hand. As she watched, he took a knife and sliced his wrist. She twisted her head away as he dripped the blood over her lips. He snatched her head with his other hand, then held her nose closed as she clamped her mouth shut. When she gasped for air, his blood trickled into her mouth. She started to spit it out but stopped.
She knew this man.
Though his blood didn't ensnare her as Damian's did, it tasted familiar. She drank, and he lowered his wrist to her lips. His memories flashed as they made contact. He knew nothing beyond the past twenty-four hours. His first memory was of waking up then of everything he'd done for the day.
He moved away when she ceased drinking, back to the corner. She twisted to stare at him. He was Damian's size, though by his lopsided shoulders and scars, he'd survived some sort of serious injury. He was lean and wiry compared to Damian's bulky build.
"Who are you?" she demanded, sensing she was missing something important.
He didn't answer, settling in his corner.
She lay still, the man in the corner so silent she had to look several times to make sure he was still there. Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.
"Damian," she whispered. "Forgive me. I should've let you make love to me."
Panic and tears soon drained her of energy, and she stared listlessly at the bloodied ceiling until the man in the corner stirred. The door behind her opened, and Czerno stepped in, trailed by the older, silent gentleman with bright green eyes.
"Still alive," Czerno observed, walking around her. "Two, let her walk around for an hour every twelve. I don't want her muscles turning to jelly."
Czerno trailed a finger down the side of her face, his chilling smile and the onslaught of visions making her gasp. She glared at him, hate in her gaze. She would never give this man the visions he wanted!
"I'm blood bound." She forced the words out. "If you kill Damian, I'll die."
"I've got something almost as good as him," Czerno said, motioning to the man in the corner. "According to my source of information, a blood relative can sustain an Oracle marooned without her master. We're going to test this. Either you'll die or you won't."