“No. No, please don’t make me. I can’t,” I tell him, continuing to shake my head so violently, that it might fall off my neck. Kir sighs, still holding a hand on my back as he looks down at me.
Suddenly, he kneels, so he’s staring up at me now. And his eyes are practically begging me to say yes. “Not even for me? Evelyn, please. It’s been killing me ever since the moment I heard about another student, who could be dominating in blood magic. I knew it before I even met you, that I had to make you survive. I can’t see anyone else die under my mentorship. Please, try. At least to let me know if you’re able to consume it,” he pleads, his voice quiet.
I stare back at him, not knowing what to say to that. He practically bared his heart to me now. I don’t think he lets anyone see so much of him
