The Butcher's Bride
"Let him drink!"
I forced the blood past Jinx’s lips.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then, Jinx convulsed. He swallowed.
The effect was instantaneous.
Where my blood touched his lips, the black veins seemed to recoil. The color rushed back into his cheeks. He gasped, taking a huge, ragged breath of air.
The black lines on his arms stopped advancing. They didn't disappear, but they stopped.