The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Her confusion offered him some light amusement, and he glanced back at the wolf on his bedding before turning his attention to the herbs. He grabbed the ones she described, and tossed them in water. With his colossal form between them, she wouldn’t see what he added to the mix. Some herbs he had grabbed that he was told would send her into a deep sleep. That would give him time to find the vein, and she would not wake if he made a few mistakes.

Once the tea had brewed, he poured it in a cup and brought it back to her, he raised it to the air as if to salute. “Perhaps to the last time I must care for you, silly little slave.” He said, and handed the cup to her with a wink. Excitement and anticipation in his blood as he stalked back to the fireplace. He poked a stick into the embers, waiting impatiently for the tea to take effect.


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