Atalanta’s bruised knees hit the stone, and she wobbled, head rocking backward, about to pass out. Thetis released her hair and dabbed at the blood in the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He stuck his thumb in his mouth between his top two elongated canines and winked at Atalanta as he sucked off the blood.
“Don’t enjoy yourself too much, Thetis,” said Tyrannus, though he looked unconcerned as he fiddled with his velvet cloak, rubbing at a dark stain on it.
“I cannot help it, your Majesty,” said Thetis. “Elf blood is so much … cleaner than humans. Sweet like honeysuckle....
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