Tom said to Zeenia, "I have never climbed a mountain before. Look at the mountains, there are trees, tall grass everywhere, and rocks. I could lose my footing and tumble down with a broken neck."
"Would you rather have a broken neck, or lay in that marsh with your throat torn apart by some blood-sucking Vampire, and your intestines are strewn around for the crows and seagulls to pick at them?"Zeenia asked Tom.
Watching the look on Tom's face, she knew that she had painted the right picture to get him going. It was a picture that Zeenia herself had seen. She had imagined one just like that. Only she didn't think she had the strength to decide on whether she could become the bride of a Vampire, or be the concubine of the second Vampire, or face death.
But before Zeenia would allow Dr. Fra
