Chapter Fifty-Three: The Search and The Fall

He began carving her teeth slowly and delicately, the white enamel shedding graciously to the floor. It was pain free, but the knowledge of an extremely sharp knife that could cut her mouth severely gave rise to her anxiety.

When he was finally done, she heaved a sigh of relief.

She looked at her barely recognizable self in the mirror— her hair was now a sleek black colour and her smile was very different. "My eyes..." She trailed off, looking up at him. "Would they ask me to show them red?"

"No," Tharnis said. "A vampires eyes are not red unless it is dark at night."

"Your eyes are slightly red," she pointed out.

"Pure blood royal," he answered. "You will be acting as a slave so you don't have to worry about your eye color. Most slaves are not pure blooded."

"I see," she mumbled. Her mouth felt weird as she had not yet adjusted to her newly carved teeth. "Why do you have a knife that sharp?" She asked.