"Your blood smells like nothing I've ever encountered before," Astarion murmurs, circling the blade back on itself - carving mean little curves into Jedao's skin. "And the sounds you make. Gods."
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"Your blood smells like nothing I've ever encountered before," Astarion murmurs, circling the blade back on itself - carving mean little curves into Jedao's skin. "And the sounds you make. Gods."