Kapitel 93: The knighted trio

"A positive, coming up,"

Ingrid's smile widened as she turned to prepare Rose's drink, her movements swift and practiced. Moments later, she placed a glass bottle in front of Rose, its contents a deep crimson hue that glimmered in the dim light of the bar.

Rose took a sip, the metallic tang of blood flooding her senses with a rush of nostalgia. It had been too long since she had indulged in such pleasures openly, too long since she had allowed herself to embrace the darkness that lurked within her soul.

She had a bunch of blood bottles in her penthouse and even in her safe space in her office lounge. But there was something about locally and openly served one that hit different.

As Rose savored the familiar taste of blood, she couldn't help but appreciate the craftsmanship behind its preparation. Turning to the bartender, Ingrid, she offered a nod of approval. "You've outdone yourself tonight, Ingrid. This is truly exquisite."