She didn’t let up, putting pressure to get him to tip his chin up and better drink of her blood.

“It’s all right,” Diva crooned, her eyes glowing an unearthly blue. So abrupt and unwonted was the attack, the transformation would be extra unsightly for the one in question. She moved to put her arm around the boy and ease him down once he wouldn’t be able to hold himself. A bad place and time to make a Chevalier, a creature who was supposed to become one of her closest companions, but Diva felt a harried birth suited this one just fine. Even if he was born as perfect as could be, he wouldn’t be joining the ranks of Amshel’s Chevaliers, the ones she allowed to live under Amshel’s guidance.

She just had to know he’d be a Chevalier where the other one wasn’t. This time she was going to stay and watch.