Viktor reluctantly took the vial, holding it to his mouth as his fangs extended, pressing against the rim of the glass until a few drops of his venom fell into the cylindrical bottle.
Handing it back, he stared intently at the witch watching for any attempt to hide the bottle within her clothing.
Seeing his demeanour, the Priestess smiled, ‘relax your Majesty, I have no need to steal your venom, this is purely a test.’
Placing the bottle in clear view on the table, she went back to her shelves, rummaging carefully until she extracted a tiny bottle with a few drops of luminescent green liquid inside.
Bringing it back to the table, she pulled out the cork stopper and tipped the contents into one of the small bowls, setting the vial down, she grasped Viktor’s bottle of venom and tipped th
