With his strange, bordering on creepy, smile still across his face Lucian drop to his knees, going down onto both of them this time, as he held his hands up like an orphan begging for more food.
Belladonna gave him a slightly concerned look, but placed the crimson marble gingerly into his hands, which he quickly clenched tight in his hands and clutched against his chest protectively.
Refined Blood Root, that was what this little red marble was called. Belladonna had no idea how she knew that's what it was called, only that it was. Her mind was swimming with information that had no source or connection to anything she should know, and yet it was just there.
It was like trying to remember the details of a dream. It was loose and fleeting, departing more and more as the seconds went on.
