I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I nervously lift the golden goblet to my lips. The coppery metallic smell of blood filters into my lungs and I gag.
"You must drink it." Grayson coaches. But I shake my head, unable to stomach the smell, much less the taste.
"It isn't going to stay down, I know my body."
"Just take it a sip at a time... you might be surprised that it isn't as bad as you think." His eyes seem to plead with me, a hope to trust in him.
My heart yields and I take another deep breath. "OK, I'll try again."
A smile spreads across his face as I make another attempt. I cork my nose this time like my brother taught me when we were forced to eat vegetables. I swear you could barely taste anything when you did that.
Maybe this will work for me now.
A few drops manag
