arms over his chest and stared her down.
“I thought you knew,” Calliope said, turning back to
Roxy. “You came to us already blooded, with the mark
carved in your skin. Why would I think you didn’t
know?”
“Know what?” Roxy snarled. “What are you talking
about? Already blooded? What does that mean?”
“The Daughters of Aset are pranic feeders. I thought
you knew. We sip from the life force of others. It is
Aset’s gift to us, what defines us as her Daughters,
passed to our daughters in maternal blood, if we have
them.” She paused. “Not all of us do. It would upset
the natural balance, given our longevity.”
Natural balance. Longevity.Roxy’s head was reeling, her emotions so raw and ugly that she had to fist
her hands by her sides to keep from hitting something.
Everything she’d thought had been wrong. This was
too much to take in all at once. So she picked one
question, one thing to focus on.
“Sip the life force of others,” Roxy echoed. “How?
By drinking their blood?”
Calliope shot another look at Dagan, her expression
pained. Clearly, she didn’t want to talk about this in
front of him. But in this moment, with horror and anger
and confusion swirling in a brutal mix inside her, Roxy
didn’t give a flying fuck who heard what. She’d been
living a lie for eleven years.
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“What do you think you’re going to say that he
doesn’t already know?” Roxy demanded. “He’s been