[Bonus chapter]aren't as fragile as humans

The silent sound of liquid dripping echoed inside the burnt castle where Dexter and Roman had stayed. The frequent chattering coming from the outside, along with the sound of metals grazing each armor, couldn't even compare to the deafening silence with the sound of each drop of liquid. 

Roman's eyes flickered underneath his eyelids before they cracked open. The line between his brows deepened, licking his lips at the water damping it. Only to quickly realized it wasn't water when the tang of bitter iron like blood invaded his cavity. 

"I had no choice. The plan moved up." Dexter's calm voice pierced the air, holding a tiny jar with red liquid in it, which he was slowly pouring into Roman's lips. "Don't worry. His blood has healing qualities, and having a bit of it won't change you."