Kindred Blood

Beatrix's P.O.V.

My arms were crossed over my chest, my fingers tapping against my bicep as I debated my next move.

Magnus had been good for the past few days, and after I spent another frustrating week trying to tap into Thalia's blood, I couldn't help myself. The vial of his blood had been calling out to me, tempting me.

He wouldn't notice a single drop gone, and it's not like he would feel m