Vic’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with horror. “You’re insane!” she spat, her voice trembling.
The witch ignored her, turning back to me, her smile widening. “And you, Amber... Oh, you’re not just a project. You’re a special meal.”
“Meal?” I repeated, my voice breaking slightly despite my best efforts to sound defiant.
“Oh, not all of you, of course! ” she said with a wave of her hand, as if the clarification was meant to soothe me. “Just your blood. All your blood.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But it must be willingly given. That’s the tricky part, isn’t it? But i know i’ll get it all , sweet Amber.”
I stared at her, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Good luck with that! You’re insane if you think I’ll ever willingly give you anything.”
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