"Yep, I'm the clan heir."
Merciless said to Lia without hesitation. There was no point in holding back; she could already feel his authority over her coursing through her blood. All vampires would experience this. The closer they were to the purer aspects of the bloodline, the more instinctive their reverence became.
Without warning, Merciless placed a hand on Lia's head, his grip firm yet oddly gentle; his hand was massive, covering her whole head. Her cheeks flushed even deeper, her earlier embarrassment intensifying.
As their skin touched, Merciless began absorbing her ichor into himself, drawing her powers into his vast arsenal. His voice was calm and steady as he explained, each word carrying an undeniable weight.
"Feel it for yourself if you need proof."
Merciless said Lia as he continued.
