"Sit!" his voice boomed in the king-sized room and I obeyed, not taking my eyes from his face. For several minutes no one spoke a word. He sat near my feet and looked at my fresh wound on the instep. The clean blood dripped from my cold skin at an unsteady pace. Gazing at my blood, the life source rushed to his face in a fleet in his once pale but silent skin. The dim lantern aided me to look at his smile which made my face turn in a ghastly whiteness. "I wouldn't ask such a thing usually, but your word is all I want," he said taking a deep breath not taking his eyes from the cut. "Aquilla!" I whispered in a vaguely erotic ogle touching his firm carmine lips.