Zaqose backed away. I wasn’t sure if it was because he found me threatening or he was disgusted by the globs of tarantula ichor falling off my clothes and spattering onto the floor.
“I hear you wheezing. Were your lungs punctured by the fangs of the tarantula?” When most men looked at my chest, they were ogling my boobs, but Zaqose had to be hoping to find fresh blood dripping from a wound. That was just as bad.
“No, and don’t sound so hopeful. I’m fine.” I tried to will away the tightness and breathe more quietly.
Vampires were probably among the magical with excellent hearing.
“An aerosol made from venom from the spiked tail of a manticore and mixed with liquid magnesium sulfate will clear the lungs right up. Perhaps you’d like to trade a small taste of your blood for such a concocti
