Gazing at me, she offers a stiff smile that does nothing for my nerves. “That’s the only way I can think of right now to heal you, I’m sorry but this is going to be painful.” She says sympathetically and leans closer.
“Isn’t there another way?” I cry, sliding away when she raised her gloved hand to my wound and materialized a scalpel knife in one hand with a whisper of a spell.
“The only other way is to have you drink the blood of the demon, its blood contains toxins which would immediately detoxify the venom causing your wound to fester and then I’ll properly heal you.” Tilting her head, she asks. “What choice will you make, peel off your skin now or kill the demon and have you drink its blood?”
I tried to respond, my lips parting with words on the tip of my tongue, but it’s too har
