"Let go of me," Kiluan begs the woman on his back. His body's temperature is rising. Heat spell might occur anytime. "I don't want to hurt you."
The ruthless woman bites his ear hard, tasting his blood. "Your blood is sweet."
"Are you a black witch?" He grabs her arms, trying to pull them away from his neck. But the woman holds on to him tightly. Her tongue glides over his ear, making him tremble. "Why are you drinking my blood?"
"Isn't the blood of a cockatrice good for reinvigorating lost magic?"
He freezes when he hears those words. How did this human know this? He realizes something. There's a faint scent of alcohol coming off her.
"I heard it from my master." Her voice is intoxicated, slurring her words. "But he didn't know much about creatures like you. Then again, he didn't know much about anything anyway."
