"There's a misconception about Blood Magic. A common beginner's error, if you will. So many believe the more blood, the more powerful. But that's not always the case. This memory spell, for instance," she let the tip of the knife dangling light in her fingers slip down, just enough to touch and pierce the top of the man's adam's apple. "It only needs a beggar's worth of payment. Just three drops."
There was a slow building light of sanity and hope entering his eyes. She watched as he resisted the desire to swallow. The stench of his breath made her nose scrunch and lips thin.
"Then, p-p-please, you, then you'll-" his babble became thick and wet, red bubbled at his lips as his eyes widened.
It probably had something to do with the knife shoved into his gut.
"But sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry. Don't you agree?"
{AN: I'm beginning to develop the characters I've created for my novella. I'm beyond excited to see how this lovely lady's intentions and past will unravel.}
