99 Your Children Will Die

Adeline woke up to someone pinching her finger. She groaned and groggily opened her eyes. She squinted, her vision blurry. When she realized a person was beside her, she shot out of bed, only to be warned.

"Don't move so much." Elias pushed her back onto the bed. He took a small sample of blood from her finger. He pressed it against the small vial. Once it was slightly full, he capped the vial and gently licked her finger, the wound instantly closing.

"What are you doing?" Adeline asked. She wondered what exactly he was doing this early in the morning. "You're not going to drink that, are you?"

"You flatter yourself too much." Elias stepped outside of the room, confusing her. She heard a quiet exchange of voices.

"Keep it confidential. I want the results back by tonight."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Weston muttered. Not a second later, he left to collect the other blood sample.