I watch suspiciously as the Bishop guy pulls a needle and some other equipment from his desk. I narrow my eyes at him when he approaches. Despite my death stare he smiles widely and explains what he's doing. Or what he's about to do.

"I'm going to draw several samples of your blood to see if I can isolate the protein that makes you and your sister immune to the Death Kiss. I'll need you to hold your arm like this, on this little table here."

I'm sitting on a chair next ...