Dahlia
"You- you promised to turn me." I stammered, backing further and further away from Dorian.
"You promised me your blood and body," he said, his steps slow, casual. "And in exchange, I would give you a place among the undying. You will walk the path of the undead. You will rise anew, unshackled from your mortal chains," he quoted.
I shook my head stumbling on a dip in the cave and landing on my butt. Dorian crouched down in front of me, studying me.
"To put it plainly, I will give you a place among us; as our nourishment, our entertainment. You will walk the path of the undead, seeing how you will be staying here with us. And eventually, you will rise anew, when your mortal body eventually gives up, and you move on to the next life. I will keep my word, Dahlia."
"You tricked m
