For the first time, I said yes to one of Magnus’s invitation for an post-meal drink. I took the glass of whiskey and drank it all in one sip, as if I were doing tequila shots. Tequila, yeah, that would have worked so much better right now! Maybe after being turned it no longer made me sick.
I did my best to have a pleasant conversation with Magnus, enjoy my second glass of whiskey and just forget everything that was going on upstairs. I made sure I would not foolishly allow myself to go feral, the last thing I needed was a very lively private show of whatever they were doing upstairs.
Just when I thought I was succeeding, Magnus cut his finger in the metal cap of the bottle. The moment I saw those little drops of blood, I was lost. I hadn’t had any since the battle and although I could v
