Ishani looks at him and doesn't want to answer the question. She had never told him about her past for a reason. She did not want it to color his view of her. Even though he thought he loved her, she did not want him to look at her like a monster or with some form of pity.
"I need to find someone. An old acquaintence." She says quietly, her voice becoming low with obvious hatred. "I was looking for him when I came here and got caught up in Freddrick's politics. Going into torpor reminded me of my reason for accepting the embrace. And now, I wish to fulfill that reason."
She pauses for a moment, regaining control of her anger.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"I should probably find out what happened to me first. Do we know anyone who knows anything about the blood? As in, specific types of blood ties?"