"Be silent, Cliff. We have the bitch we came for, but I need one more thing from our prince before we kill him." Lester motions me closer. I fight, but the giant man twists my hands behind my back and pushed me forward. Lester holds a knife to my throat.
His body convulses, and he coughs up foam and blood. His eyes lose focus, and he grows paler."Fen! What do I do? What's happening?"
"The poison," he says through crimson lips. "Something in the blood."Oh god. He looks about to pass out, or worse. Baron comes over to us, whining and growling. He lies next to his master and places his large paws on Fen's chest, then looks up at me with such a human expression of sadness, fear and pleading my heart nearly breaks.I look around for something sharp and find a small knife in my pack. I hold my wrist over Fen's mouth, take a deep breath, and slice my skin open with the blade.
The cut is deep. I clench my jaw to not cry out in pain. But the blood is flowing. I push it closer to his mouth.He has lost all reason. His eyes are closed. He no longer moves.
"Drink my blood," I tell him, tears pooling in my eyes. There are ways to kill immortals, Fen told me. Did the raiders find one?
My blood dribbles out of his mouth. He's not taking it. "Drink!" I scream at him, pushing my wrist into his mouth and holding his head up with my other hand so the blood goes down his throat.The guy is an amazing director, but fuck, he’s a needy bastard. Every I has to be dotted and every T crossed. I like things to be thorough, but he’s a step above me.
We spent all afternoon running lines for tomorrow. And, honestly, I’m tired. I just want to sleep, so I can be ready for filming tomorrow.And I want to have a drink with Pins.
Vaughn, have you got a few minutes? I just need to go over some stuff for tomorrow.I hold back a sigh. Sure, just hang on a minute. I cover the phone with my hand and turn to Pins.