EW. Aimed straight for the heart

"I hope you won't mind."

Without waiting for Arca's reply, Irmilla swallowed the globe of blood like a grape. Then, with a soft, weary sigh, she leaned her head on Arca's chest and closed her eyes.

'She drank my blood. She really did!'

Arca wasn't sure what to feel about it. Disgusted would've been right. Affronted.

But Irmilla acted so nonchalantly, so casually…

He closed his eyes shut.

"Get out. Right… Get out of this gods-forsaken place. What did holy scriptures say about things like that? 'Love the Lord your Allfather and the Lady your Allmother with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind; and love your neighbor as yourself.' Are we neighbors, Irmilla?" Arca shook his head. "What foolishness comes to my head… I will take your wise advice and leave."