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She glanced at my ceremonial circle. I was almost hesitant to ask what she would consider “cool.”

Instead of answering her, I pictured her exactly as I wanted her.

“Ahhh,” she yelped, her mouth dropping open. I laughed again.

Brittney suddenly found herself seated on the shelf right above the table. I had her legs spread, and she was wearing a short crinoline dress fluffed up with layers of tulle below the skirt. Knee-high black stockings graced her calves, and shiny patent leather Mary Janes were on her feet. Her long blonde hair was in two, low ponytails with the ends tied around immoveable candlesticks.

My little doll was dressed.

Once I sat down at the table, I had the best view of her perfect little pussy, encased in black silk. The moment I was settled and she glanced down at me, I was rewarded with a gleam in her eyes, and the sweet scent of her desire.

Why hadn’t I done this sooner?

After I opened a small drawer, I pulled a handful of small, glass vials out and placed them alongside the plastic baggie containing the Fae blood. I spread a sheet of parchment paper on the desktop and gently opened the pouch, careful not to lose a single, dried flake.

The magnifying glass was unnecessary, given my enhanced vision, but I used one anyway, saving my energy. The biological matter did contain magic, evident to me by the lightly shimmering cells. The sight reminded me of iridescent lava rock, or coal, with deep, flickering colors.

Brittney’s hair pulled as she tried to watch me. “What are you doing?”

“Examining your friend’s blood.”

“He’s not my friend,” she retorted. I grinned. “What do you see?” she asked.

Using a scalpel, I lifted some of the powder and tipped it into one of the vials before sealing it. “Magic.”

“Okay, and...?”

Peering up at her, I rubbed my chin. The blood hadn’t done anything to her other than give her the ability to talk to a single crow. Many of my friends drank demon blood. I had even heard of demons drinking angel blood.

Nobody had ever indulged in Fae.

Rising from my seat, I took the scalpel in one hand and the crystal tumbler that’d been sitting on the edge of the table for God knew how long and dragged the blade along Brittney’s wrist.

She cried out, doing her best to pull her arm to her chest, but I had her locked in place. The glass caught her blood as tears prickled her lashes. Then, I took her wrist and licked the wound clean, sealing it.

“A little warning would have been nice.” Her eyes shot daggers at me.

I set the glass down and took my seat. “And spoil the fun? I think not.”

“You could have just bit my neck like a normal vampire.” More than anything, she wanted to rub her wrist where I’d cut her. Her gaze kept falling to the healed wound, and her shoulder twitched under her effort. “I’m mad at you,” she announced.

She arranged her lips into a pout and peered down at me. I met her gaze. “No, you’re not.”

Taking the scalpel, I scraped as much of the dried material from the napkin as I could and returned the cloth to the bag. Then, I used the instrument to gather a small pile and stir it into Brittney’s blood.

Next, I swallowed the mixture down.

She looked at me carefully while I waited. I don’t know what I expected, and I knew I was taking a risk indulging in the foreign, unknown substance. The fact it hadn’t done much of anything at all to her could be considered concerning in case there were future repercussions. I didn’t know what to expect. The Fae weren’t to be trusted. I didn’t know much about them, but I knew that.

Slowly, a tingling spread throughout my body and I held my breath. “What’s wrong?” Brittney asked.

I pushed myself back from the table, leaving space and protecting the remaining biological material. I didn’t answer her. The new blood, even though it was such a small amount, moved through my body, having been absorbed by my system before entering my veins. A kaleidoscope of colors shifted in my vision, and a warmth spread through me before the sensations ebbed.

“Kiam.” She was trying to get my attention while my head spun. “Kiam, answer me.”

Her pleading broke my stasis. “I’m okay. That was strange.”

“And?”