Liam watched in fascination as the blood dripped from the dagger without being absorbed. It was rejecting Mr. Hawkins' blood, which could mean many things or nothing at all. He was curious about why the dagger refused this blood when it had greedily absorbed his own the last time he nicked himself, but this was neither the time nor the place to investigate. To fully understand, he needed to be in the comfort of his home. He sighed and dutifully wiped the dagger on Mr. Hawkins' body to clean off the blood.
“It’s hopeless, fat man. It really does not like you.” He paused and stared at the knife with intrigue, a new idea coming to mind. “Do you think I should cut more skin? Perhaps it would appease it into wanting some parts off you.”
Mr. Hawkins screeched, his eyes empty and bleeding, his
