Vienna's mind was meandering, trying to disentangle some of what he had told her. "I still do not understand something. If I have come through for all these nine years, and you have continued to bring me to the castle, how can your parents not recognize me?"
"Because I have poisoned them, my lady." Damien spread his long fingers out on the comforter and inspected them. "I have poisoned them with your blood, Vienna."
Her jaw went slack again. "I am sorry, but what did you just say? My blood is poison?" she asked him.
"As I said to you before, your blood has several useful properties. It can kill vampires, at least some of them, if it is ingested in large quantities. And can also help in vanishment. Vampires are good at such tricks, but your blood makes it easy to protect you. If there w
