Chapter 116

Chapter 116

"This blood ritual, how does it work?" Tatum glances at Leila as he asks the question.

Leila's heart thud with worry, her feet getting restless, a sick feeling in her stomach, Tatum seems to be hanging on to every word that leaves Lithoha's lips, eager to know more. Does he not even suspect this a little bit?

She just accused Trent of being the only one that knew about the mark before his daughter mysteriously got it, the witch who could have proven that as truth is dead and Carmela just shows up with a random witch to perform a random ritual that no one has ever heard about.

It is quite clear to see it is no coincidence. She immediately wants to point it out but she clenched her fist against her dress, pursing her lips together.

Tatum will only probably scold her or ask her to leave. He is so grounded in his sense of duty and logic that basic instincts fail him.

How can she get him to see the truth? Whatever these people have planned will do more harm than good.

"It is better if I show you, give me your hand," Lithoha replies, stretching her hands towards Tatum.

and out of thin air, Lithoha pulls out a knife and slashes his open palm, a bowl suddenly appears, suspended mid air below Tatum's hand

and stands to her feet but her hair remains

her hand forward and Lithoha repeats

sits on the ground and brings out a small jar of sand with which she

slow and rhythmic fashion and the lines of the circle

into one side of the circle, through the fire while

blood to Tatum and gives the one containing Tatum's

the air with

watches with bated breath as Tatum holds the bowl to his lips, the tension in her chest is too tight and she feels like she is going to pass out

unable to look away, but her heart feels like

mate? Will that be the end for them or will Tatum keep his promise? She feels a hand squeeze hers before she

down, all will

at Clayton and she finds his words a bit

and

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