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“Hold me,” Sygnosis said.

“How can the living hold the dead?” he asked.

“Cover me from the fury of the desert. The sand hurts my skin.”

Ophi slowly reached out and took Sygnosis into his arms and covered her with his robe.

“What is thy name?”

“I am Ophi.”

“Ophi . . . thy name means Chosen One. I love the Rhune Mystics and all that they stand

for. They are my children. But I must feed,” Sygnosis said as her trinity of fangs grew out and she

sunk them into his neck.

Ophi, The Chosen One, cried out, “Alguuul!” But his voice had become the wind . . .

The same wind that now blew across Sygnosis’ face as she watched Omar holding up one

of the fat mosquitos swollen with the Rhune Mystic’s blood; a reminder of Ophi’s sacrifice.

“I have never seen bugs so bloated.” he said.

“I force-feed them after every kill,” said Sygnosis.

Omar put the mosquito into his mouth and bit down. It crunched as its belly popped

releasing the sweet blood. Omar savored it and sighed with delight—then became light-headed.

“Oh . . . it’s strong,” he said as he tipped to one side.

Sygnosis steadied him. “You only need one at a time. It’s called bug drug. The mosquito’s

body produces the disease that’s deadly to humans, but for vampires it’s a pleasurable poison.”

“Like opium?” asked Omar.

“Yes,” she replied. “The disease increases the blood’s vamprana—vampire life force.

Intoxicating, is it not?

“It feels good . . . very good!” he said with an intoxicated chuckle. “You are a drug trader,

Sygnosis.”