The prince’s limbs were distributed liberally around the room. An arm dangled from the chandelier. His head stared up from a silk-upholstered chair seat. Blue blood dripped.
In the centre of the room, Carson sat cross-legged, chewing on an ear.
Billings stared aghast from the doorway.
“What have you done?”
Carson smiled, “The blue blood of royalty, eh?”
“They all have blue blood, you fucking psychopath, they’re aliens. You’ve gone and started a fucking war with a goddamned interstellar empire.”
“Language, detective. You once told me I couldn’t kill everyone. A provocative challenge. I think I rather have, don’t you?”
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Blood is part of 101 Fiction issue 5.