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simulacraLord Amherst ran blunt fingertips down the simulacrum’s cheek. Pale eyelashes swept down and pink lips parted in a soft sigh.
“Sensitive, as requested,” Aurelianus said. He grabbed a long needle and stabbed the simulacrum’s hand. The simulacrum frowned at the embedded needle but didn’t respond otherwise. “And higher pain tolerance.”
Lord Amherst’s dark eyes raked over the simulacrum’s petal-soft skin, pink nipples and ash blond hair.
“Only the rarest, most precious ingredients were used. I’m all out of virgin blood now.”
Lord Amherst smiled. “Exquisite. Of course, the last wizard who disappointed me ended up a pile of ashes.”
“Sensitive, as requested,” Aurelianus said. He grabbed a long needle and stabbed the simulacrum’s hand. The simulacrum frowned at the embedded needle but didn’t respond otherwise. “And higher pain tolerance.”
Lord Amherst’s dark eyes raked over the simulacrum’s petal-soft skin, pink nipples and ash blond hair.
“Only the rarest, most precious ingredients were used. I’m all out of virgin blood now.”
Lord Amherst smiled. “Exquisite. Of course, the last wizard who disappointed me ended up a pile of ashes.”