Releasing her, I stormed to my shelves and riffled through the clutter until I found my hunting knife. Placing a cup on the desk, I held my arm out, and without preamble, slit my wrist. Blood gushed out, a deep red, almost black. The cup was half full when I stopped, wrapping my wrist with a bandage. It soaked through, but I’d close the wound later. Returning to Tanith’s side, I lifted her head. “Tanith, if you can hear me, listen. Drink this to live. It’s medicine, it will heal you.”
AHHHHH HES GOINGNTO TURN HER IMMORTAL
