A Spark

"Can your progeny hunt their own food? Or are their fangs so dull that they can only rely on their brethren to find them a meal?"

The moment Nyrielle spoke, she knew that she'd crossed a line with Tausau that would be difficult to retreat from. For a moment, she regretted her impatience. There were other matters to discuss before she left Tausau's ramshackle fortress and she could have easily filled this evening with those matters rather than springing her trap as soon as she arrived. 

She almost wished she'd brought Zedya along with her. Not only was Zedya the only person who had experienced firsthand what Nyrielle was about to attempt, but her command over her Mesmerizing Eyes had reached a level that few vampires ever obtained. A more susceptible Tausau who had fallen under Zedya's sway would be a better target for her untested sorcery.