Chapter Twelve
"You look ill, Chloe," Catherine says the moment I close the door behind me, locking the two of us in the room and hopefully giving us some privacy.
"That's what happens when there's a city-wide blood drought," I mutter. "Hence this. I don't really want to be drinking it." I lift the goblet to draw her attention to it.
She sighs. "Yes, I can imagine that's not particularly easy right now. Are the others not helping keep you stocked up?"
I shake my head. "They've promised they're trying, but nothing's appeared yet. I think there must be something else going on."
"They've tightened up on some of the smuggling rings in the past couple of weeks," she admits. "It's probably affecting blood coming in from the outside too."
I raise an eyebrow. I'm not surprised she knows the
