{Melisa}
"Blood Magic," Zephyra said, "is unstable by nature."
They sat in the cottage's common room, a collection of smooth stones spread on the table between them. Morning light streamed through the windows, catching dust motes in the air.
"The spells deteriorate over time. You've experienced this yourself, haven't you?"
Melisa nodded, thinking of King Aldric. The healing spell she'd used to save him had worked, but only temporarily. The magic had faded, and eventually...
[Let's not think about that.]
"The question," Zephyra continued, "is whether there's a way to make them last longer. To stabilize them. Without you needing to keep having sex with afflicted people, of course."
"Is there?"
