"You should not be too careless with your blood when you are in the region of witches. You do not know when the blood will be used to make a voodoo doll or do black magic and you end up getting sick for your rest of the life or die miserably in the next moments.'' Hazel, who had opened her mouth to thank him for paying for the bouquet, was stunned for a second and then closed her mouth without saying a word.
Who would curse a person like that when giving flowers! There was no way that it would happen with just a few drops of blood.
Though she thought so, her eyes instantly went to the ground and gulped. She did not want to die as soon as she had started to live. The taste of free air, she was getting habitual to it.
Just when she was thinking of wiping it from her handkerchief, she heard a soft chuckle and turned to see his eyes full of mirth.
