We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything. Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle. After finding out that a younger version of Nicolas might not be acting with his best interest at heart, Viorel decides to leave for the north. He is now traveling with two people, Alexej who needed to get out of Praha and Irina who he accidentally rescued.
We stopped at the bakery, it didn’t smell as good as I was used to when living in France, the smell of warm bread seemed to have fainted long ago. The shop was almost empty of goods and it seems that it was as deserted as the inn we were staying at. People in this town had forgotten to live. It was all about the dragons and it seemed to me that there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t have a plan to prevent the egg to fall in the priest’s hand and I didn’t know how long we could stay here safely. I bought a baklava for Irina and we went back. Alexei seemed annoyed, he was looking around as if he had been expecting to see the dragons anytime flying above our heads and spitting fire. But I knew that was unlikely. They had an egg to protect and one of them probably only flew away at night when the humans weren’t around, to get some food for the nest.
Irina was still in bed. I shouldn’t have expected otherwise but a part of me was still sure that she was going to run away. She opened an eye when I entered the room just to verify who was coming in, probably awoken by the noise of the door turning on its hinges. I sat on the bed and removed the scarf from around her neck. The smell of blood was still fresh.
“Go ahead,” she said.
I wanted to drink but I knew that if I was to drink now, I would kill her. Not because she was too weak or too blood deprived but because the dragons’ hunt and the walk in the crowd had tired me more than I expected.
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