Katie's POVThe morning light poured lazily through the tall glass windows of the dining hall, tinting the silver goblets and polished platters with a soft gold sheen. My seat was already occupied—at least in spirit—by the laughter of two troublemakers before I even sat down.Tori and Rori.“Sebastian, you’ve done it again,” Rori groaned dramatically, lifting the silver chalice of blood to his lips. “Smooth, rich, with just the faintest metallic aftertaste. Tell me, did you put herbs in this?”“Herbs?!” Tori nearly choked on her own drink. “You twit, no one seasons blood. That is horrendously disgusting, Rori!”“It’s not disgusting if it tastes better!” Rori shot back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You season meat, don’t you? Why not blood?”Sebastian, ever the picture of quiet composure, bowed politely. “Young Master Rori, I assure you—no herbs. That particular batch came from a stag. Young, healthy. You taste the difference in vitality, not spice.”“Ohhhh,” Rori said, nodding li
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