A Taste of Death
Augustin’s face grew caustic at my confident assertion. He sighed once, crossing his arms and leaning back against the railing. “I feared that my reasoning would not dissuade you . . . you foolish, naïve women.” He scowled at us, blue fire highlighting the annoyance in his eyes. “I shall freely give my soul for yours during this ritual, using my influence to argue with Wuotan for your lives, should he try to seduce either of you. Yet I had hoped that you would be willing to reconsider, once informed of the b****y details.” Augustin sighed again, his expression growing resigned. “But I suppose that my brother is right, that no one truly understands the extent of the blood-transfer until one takes part in it; and by then, it is far too late. Logic and reason are powerful fo
