Chapter 42
“Here’s how we’re going to play this,” Liam continued, rising off me and not bothering to offer a hand as I lay prone at his feet. Instead, he dusted off his clothing, reminding me that he was the only werewolf present who hadn’t needed to shift in order to make his mark.
“You’re going to pierce your own finger and give me some blood to start with,” he explained, cadence overly patient as if speaking to a child. “Then you’re going to squeeze out enough to fill this vial for snack time later on.”
Demand and insult imparted with equal facility, the glass container dropped out of his fingers and grazed my forehead. The pain was immediate, but I was more interested in analyzing the contents as the bottle rolled off into the grass.
It was empty, meaning that Liam’s borrowed magic
