Bab 141: The Bloody Maiden

Luna quickly pierced her fingertips with a needle. A flick of her wrist unleashed crimson threads of blood magic, shimmering like liquid rubies from her fingertips. The air around her crackled as the threads coiled and twisted, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with life.

Jasper chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the shattered alley. "Blood magic?" he mused, his tone dripping with mockery. "Girl, you're dabbling in something dangerous. This power will bleed you dry long before it even touches me. Do you really think it's worth it for this stingy little bard?"

Fanfar, sitting on the raised curb with his guitar hugged tightly to his chest, glared at Jasper. "Hey! I'm not stingy—I'm resourceful. Big difference!"

Jasper ignored him, his glowing red eyes fixed on Luna, who remained eerily calm.

"You cannot feed on someone's blood unless they give permission, sir," she said, her voice as sharp as the threads spinning around her.