Chapter 48

  Damian

  I cut my palm. Pain flared, sharp and real.

  Blood fell into the bowl. Caldor nodded. "Good."

  He placed his hand over mine. Our blood mixed.

  The air around us shifted, something ancient.

  The bowl began to glow faintly. Symbols formed in the blood.

  I felt it wrap around me. Like c...

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