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Natasha hissed through her teeth, her body jolting against him. Her blood was different from Sofia's. It was colder in sensation. More sharper. Less velvet, more like steel. It carried an old killing instinct and a kind of blood discipline he could almost taste. Not stronger than Sofia's. But different.
And just as useful.
He drank deeply enough to make the fear in her become real.
Because yes, that was there now.
Not only hatred.
But Fear.
She knew he had already drunk too much from them. It will make them weaker for a long time. She knew what repeated blood taking could do. If Sekhmet continued feeding on them. She knew that if he ever fully decided that Sofia and Natasha were more useful as blood stores than prisoners, then sealed half-gods could still die by inches.
The system rang again.
[Ding! SYSTEM Notification: Blood Proficiency increased by 50%.]
Sekhmet pulled back before the line tipped too far.
