“It's fully healed now,” Laura said as she removed the last of the plaster from Jenine's leg. “Good as new,” she grunted standing up.

“I don't know what I'd do without you,” Jenine thanked her.

“The Blood-rink festival is coming soon. We should go,” her eyes caught Jenine’s as she eased herself up on the table opposite her. “It'll be a good experience for you.”

“Blood? Drink?” Jenine's eyes squinted. “I think I'll pass. I can't stand the sight of blood and now you ...