Chapter 27 Drink

I looked at the liquid. It was thick. Red.

It wasn't wine. It was blood.

"I... I can't," I whispered, bile rising in my throat.

"Drink it!" she snapped loudly. The room went silent again. "It is an insult to the host to refuse the cup."

"I'm human," I said, my voice trembling. "I don't drink blo...

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