"Remember what I asked you last time? I told you to use your bat minions to find someone for me—a human."
He looked her straight in the eyes now, his expression cooling.
"His name was Bjorn the Butcher."
Velra's gaze darkened.
She remembered.
She hadn't forgotten that name.
"As far as I know, we made a deal and according to deal I will find him, you will kill him and I would get all of blood inside him. That was deal. What's this trade you are talking about now?"
The man—Parasite, as Velra called him—tilted his head slightly at her words, his smirk returning. But it didn't quite reach his eyes this time.
"Ah, right. That deal." He gave a slow clap, the sound echoing eerily through the chamber. "And I do intend to keep my end of the bargain. You'll get your share—every last drop."
He crouched beside the jar, brushing a bit of dust from its lid before lifting his gaze to meet hers again.
