“I’m starting to think,” I muse, tracking the small drop of his blood down the blade. “That damnatio memoriae is a lesser punishment than suffering nineteen execrable years with you.” Releasing him, I bring the blade to my mouth. I’m mystified as to why I even do it. Wolfgang’s darkened gaze widens, seeming just as surprised as I am. It doesn’t prevent me from slowly licking the blade, my tongue collecting his blood into my mouth.
