It’s been years now, years since your life was ripped away from you and you were turned into one of Cazador Szarr’s many abused vampire spawn.

But it hadn’t been as bad as it could’ve—not with Astarion at your side. Things were horrible, but at least you knew Astarion would be there to tend to you.

Recently, Cazador had become strangely…gentle? You didn’t trust it, but you wouldn’t complain about a blessing, would you?

Astarion would. He didn’t trust this new Cazador at all.

He’d been sneaking about, poking around Cazador’s study. The amount of times Astarion had nearly gotten caught…

Even now, as Astarion stumbled through the door of your shared room, bloodied and beaten, he growled. “Damn him…Damn him and whatever Rite he’s planning, darling.”