Hannah’s Pick of the Week: Bone of My Bone by Johanna Van Veen
"A little blood runs down my neck, I rub at it. "That's not very saintly of you," I say. Her bite does not pain me overly much, but the shock of it has loosened my tongue. "'Tis thine own fault for believing me some meek, martyred maid. Now heed me, you wretched wench: On the…