Page 49 of His Retribution


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ME: You were able to interpret them?

HENRICH: Finally, yes. It is a strange language, one no longer spoken. An odd mixture of Slovakian, French, and Gaelic. It predates all of us.

ME: Wonderful. Thank you for the crash course in linguistics. I desperately needed to know that before you got to the fucking point.

HENRICH: I see you are in a pleasant mood.

HENRICH: Perhaps I should wait until you've properly fed and eaten something other than wild berries before I share my discovery.

ME:??

HENRICH:????

HENRICH: Do you wish to hear my findings or not?

ME: Yes. Please.??

HENRICH:??Such a child for someone as old as you.

HENRICH: However, I shall put aside your rude behavior and share what I found for the little one. I will do it for her and not your grouchy, miserable ass.

I am going to throttle Henrich.

HENRICH: According to legend, each time one is reincarnated their mind fractures just a tiny bit and their soul retreats a little further into hiding. This would mean that the little one has potentially had ten lifetimes pass between when you knew her and now, which means ten times her mind and soul have endured a crack. These cracks fill with the life they live while you are apart and builds walls to protect one's mind from confusing events and timelines.

ME: This is not short.

HENRICH: Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?

ME: Yes, sorry.

HENRICH: You are forgiven, but only because I hope this will help with the little one and change you back to our lovable bastard instead of the miserable one.

ME: You flatter me.

HENRICH:??

HENRICH: Anyway. I tend to agree with your theory of physical touch being the key to unlock the little one’s memories, but simple contact is not enough. As I searched the chronicles, I found something specifically citing the blood-bond as being crucial to restoring what once was. Forgive my intrusion, but did you feed from the little one while you were together?

My jeans grow uncomfortably tight at the mere thought.

My light, once I shared with her my true nature, allowed me to take from her as frequently as needed and then some. My feedings became an intense form of foreplay, especially when she would allow me to take from her femoral artery right over the birthmark she has shaped like an angel's wing.

That last year we were together, I fed from my mate exclusively, no longer needed to hunt and that is why I refused to take any other’s vein since.

She is the only sustenance I need and if I cannot have her I'd rather starve.

ME: Yes.

HENRICH: But you never mated her?

ME: No.

HENRICH: Then based on my findings, in order to restore the little one’s memories of your life together, you will need to feed from her once again. This should trigger an intense enough response, both physically and emotionally, that it will allow for those memories to bleed through the cracks and replace all others that have been created since you were last together. If you had actually mated there is a possibility you would have had to feed and perform the act once again but since that is not the case, taking her vein, reactivating your blood-bond should be enough to bring her back.

And now I have a full on boner.

I am so glad no one is around to see this.