Turning to Tessa, he gestured to her. “I need some blood, wild fury.” “My blood summons those who serve Achaz,” she said. Not a warning or apprehension. Just a statement of what was. “Your blood can summon many,” he countered. “We don’t have time to debate this though. I need you to trust me.” “You used me,” she hissed, her hands curling into fists. “For your own gain. I did not forget.” “I won’t deny I have my own motives,” he replied. “But that doesn’t mean I do not care. I can have motives and still care. It does not have to be one or the other.”
