The yellowed paper suddenly feels… gross.
Blood?
Demi-God or not, I highly regret not bringing gloves along on this search. Hopefully said blood doesn't transmit strange diseases.
And where the hell am I supposed to submit this thing? Does the App have a brick and mortar location? Business hours? A lab?
For one crazed second or thirty, I hold the paper to my phone, half-expecting it to disappear into the world of internet data and update my App.
Unsurprisingly, nothing happens.
"What are you doing?"
Cold, lemony breath blasts my ear and I jerk to the side in justifiably dramatic fashion, cringing my shoulder up to the side of my face to protect myself from Caeriel's breathing.
My spine does its best to shrink back against my skin, equally revulsed by how close he is. "What are you doing?"
"Observing." Pale fingers pluck the paper from my hand, and he sniffs at it, his face too handsome for his creepy behavior. "How interesting. Good job."
