Stomach roiling a little, I asked, “Is that really a… Is that really blood?” “Uh-huh,” Greid answered through a mouthful. “What kind of blood?” He swallowed and looked down at me, yellow eyes solemn. “Do you really want to know?” “What?” My stomach jolted, and I cast the half-eaten tart a fearful look. “It’s not… Is it..?” When he snickered, I huffed and punched his arm again. “Dork.” He grinned at me before stuffing the rest in his mouth. “Just pig’s blood,” he told me, spraying a few crumbs onto the front of his suit. I absently reached up to brush them away.
