Vasyl winced at him. “You are sure this would appease her?”
“If it is done right.”
Vasyl strode across the room wringing his hands, thinking about this. When he had summoned Stefan, he'd found Vasyl cursing and screaming in a French dialect he was most certain was not used any longer. He had somehow gotten the Frenchman under control. He'd never seen a vampire cry before, and blood was very hard to get out of material. It had stunned him nearly to shame to see this rogue with such angst over a human woman. But he had to do—say—something. After all, he'd given him his oath of allegiance, although had not undergone the blood rite. Because of his father, it was deemed he was under the same rule, thus, he did not need to change his allegiance. He merely gave an oath to protect and serve Vasy
