TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

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caught the blade. He handed it over to Zack – handle first.

“Try it.”

Zack took the knife. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“Cut your hand with it!” Once again Zack caught himself looking at Octavian in disbelief. Was he serious? “Go on, do it!”

Zack slid the blade against his forefinger. It was so sharp that it almost cut into his skin without any resistance. Zack pulled his hand away: blood filled the wound and was soon dripping onto the wooden floor.

“Does it hurt?” asked Octavian.

“Yes. There’s a burning sensation.” The pain started to spread through his hand.

“Here.” Octavian handed him a cupcake with pink icing. “Eat it. Go on.”

Zack took the cupcake out of its case and scoffed it down in one go. Just as he started to wonder whether or not Octavian was making fun of him, something strange happened.

A second ago his blood had been dripping all over the wooden floor and now for no apparent reason his finger had suddenly

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