Clara looked down and found a golden viscous fluid and clots on the sponge, with more of it washing down into the drain. The sight of her golden blood caused her to freeze and quit breathing.
Blood of angels and gods was gold in colour, very much like Ambrosia. However, it would eventually turn red, indistinguishable from that of a human… That’s how they hide…
She began breathing again when her mind made the link between several disparate events. The twinging and pulling sensation from two weeks ago, the aches and pain, and Evelyn’s fangs… They made me barren…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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