“And then I bit you,” Taladaius said, nodding. He looked away quickly, as if he were suddenly uncomfortable. “I placed a memory block around what happened next. Transitioning is hard. And, well, it is in a sire’s power to suppress those memories, if—” “Remove it,” I demanded. “Remove the block.” Taladaius looked like he wanted to refuse, but he said, “If you’re certain you want me to, I will, but it can be very traumatic—” “Remove. It,” I snarled. “As you wish.”
