#*excited wave*

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"Your blood smells wonderful."

Astrid gazed up fiercely at the man, lips curling in bitterness and disgust. She was determined to not let Dagur see the pain in her eyes, fought hard against her body to stop the trembles in her fingers while she clasped one hand tightly over the wound in her side. 

"You’re a sick man, Dagur."