“Do you want to know what the goal of this trial is?” “Considering the ridiculous smile on your face, I have a feeling that I absolutely do not,” she grumbled. “The trial presents you with a choice to pick a type of lust. From all the blood on the floor, I’m going to assume you chose bloodlust,” he commented as he looked around at the undisturbed bloody orgy still happening around them. Not a soul seemed to have noticed her confrontation with the imposter or Blackwell. “Unknowingly,” she reasoned.
