46. The Curse
“Negotiate? Are you f*****g kidding me? You wanted a winter born. Here’s your chance. If you turn him, he goes with you. You get what you want, and I get my brother alive,” I argued, refusing to negotiate with a vampire.
Especially when they were already getting something out of it.
Silas narrowed his eyes at me, striding around the crypt, his chin high, his eyes assessing everything in a critical manner, but I held my ground, refusing to let him close to my brother before he had agreed to my terms.
“I suppose you would have some conditions then,” Silas said, turning to me in a dramatic way that flared his cape out, “assuming I was to turn your brother.”
“You’ll turn him because you want his power on your side of the border. This I know. What I don’t know is what you
