Apple's teeth sank into Somner's neck with the precision of a blade sliding between ribs, not jagged but deliberate, a puncture perfectly placed.
The first gush of blood came hot, thick, almost metallic-sweet, and for an instant Somner swore he could feel it leave his veins in a single, rushing pull…
Like a tide finally surrendering to the moon's call.
His breath caught. His body betrayed him, leaning into the bite as if urging Apple to drink deeper.
It was agony, sharp and flooding, but under the pain was something darker, heavier….
Relief.
The sensation crawled down his spine and blossomed in his chest, a warmth that burned in reverse, hollowing him out from the inside. He felt the pressure at his temples, the faint ringing in his ears, the throb in his throat, and beneath it all… the pull.
Apple's Mindbloom allowed him to explore the garden of his past.
It wasn't just Somner's blood that he was taking. He felt his memories pouring out too.
