Maya's mind swirled in disbelief at what she had just heard. Her lips parted slightly, trying to process it all, but her voice trembled as she finally managed to ask, “What do you mean... you need my blood?”
The man gave her a slow, amused smile, as though he had been waiting for the question. His green eyes glittered with a mix of amusement and something more sinister. “It’s simple,” he said, voice casual but laced with an undertone of seriousness. “Witches in this realm are notorious for their promiscuity. They harness power through physical intimacy, but blood... virgin blood, to be exact, is rare and potent and unfortunately an ingredient for many spells. A commodity, if you will.”
Maya’s stomach twisted. The idea of her blood being sold, traded, or even used for spells without her f
