"My blood?" Isolde laughed. "Boy has she got a surprise in store. By the way," she continued." Drink this." She took a small green vial from the pocket of her jacket. "It will save your life."<br/><br/>Isolde was confident, after the dream, that this potion would do nothing but good for Malachai. Others had taken it and died an agonizing death, but this was her love, her soul mate.<br/><br/>She knew that he would have to trust her to take it. but the odds were that a demon might wish him to take her blood, to use it's poison properties for his death. One dose of this would allow him to drink her blood freely, forever.<br/><br/>The tiny emerald jar lay in the palm of her open hand. One ray of light sparking a diamonte response from it.<br/><br/>"Drink, Malachai."