KNOX
If I thought Dante was going crazy before, it was clear now—he hadn't just gone mad. He'd completely lost it.
I stared at him in disbelief as he stepped into the office. "You want to do what?"
"I want Oleander's blood," he said, sinking into his chair. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, hands clasped beneath his chin. "Since those bastards won't tell me where Alan is and are clearly hiding him, I need to find out if what that vermin said is true."
I let out a short, bitter scoff, shaking my head. "That's insane, Dante. You want to drain a human's blood for an experiment? You're not even sure what she is."
"That's why I'm going to do it, idiot." His eyes narrowed on me, his voice slow and deliberate, like I was too dense to grasp what he'd been saying since he walked in.
"What's the best way to confirm if someone holds magic?" he asked, his voice calm but cold. "By blood, of course."
