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"Rose, close your eyes, and imagine your heart's desire," Catarina whispered in a voice like rustling palm leaves on a jewel-swept wind. Catarina cupped her hands in the pool at the heart of the Ikapati Peace Gardens, where fruits and forages of such grand beauty played host to monkey, tapir, and tarsier alike.
Rose closed her eyes, smiling with her pink lips. Catarina wondered how they tasted.
Catarina plucked a white sampaguita flower and placed it in Rose's hands, with a drop of her blood from her incisor fang at her thumb.
"Open."
Rose's blue eyes widened at the sight of the red blood upon the sampaguita. "Arabian jasmine. Or, in the Philipines, sampaguita. It smells so sweet… why your blood?"
"My blood has healing properties. All royalty that are imbued with the spirit of Anagoly – her living incarnation on Earth – can reverse the effects of age or wear and tear on telomeres with our blood. Do not be shy – by mixing it
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