Elizabeth XIV

Fero wasn’t a trusting man. He had never been one to trust, not that he could remember. He had his brethren from the monastery, and even with them he was wary. Careful. Now, with Elizabeth to protect, he was even more so.

He had thought to bring Isai there first, knowing that Elizabeth would be uncomfortable with visitors, but he needed to get to the bottom of how Levon had managed to reach out to her in the compound, in the healing grounds, when she should have been protected.

He had that feeling of a threat coming to her from either Tensel or Gary, perhaps both. Now that he’d been in Elizabeth’s mind, he knew she was uneasy at the mere mention of the two ancients coming near her.

He would have thought her anxiety was due to just being around others, but it was more than that. The healer had tried to examine her mind. He may have been trying to repair some of the damage the vampire had caused, but it would be unusual to do so without consent—and Elizabeth had closed herself off.

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