Rebel Blood
I grab a handful of hair and yank it out.
Simone gasps, but otherwise doesn't show any outward signs of pain. I let her go and sprinkle the clumps of hair over the bed, then I reach into my jacket and pull out a pocket knife. “Hold out your hand.”
Why?”
“I’m going to cut you. I’ll heal you after, don’t worry.”
“Can’t you bite me?”
“No. Your blood will…incapacitate me. You know that.”
Sighing, she holds out her hand and closes her eyes. I quickly slice into her hand, and again the only sign that she's in a pain is a soft gasp. “Spread your blood around,” I order.
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