Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

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

takes the bowl and stands to her feet but her hair

turn," she beckons to Carmela who stretches her hand forward and Lithoha repeats the same

on the ground and brings out a small jar of sand with which she draws a large circle and then a straight line right down the middle, dividing the

rhythmic fashion and the lines

into one

blood to Tatum and gives the

voice blazes through the air with a powerful

the bowl to his lips, the tension in her chest is too tight and she feels like she is going to pass out anytime now. Her heart continues to thud with immense gusto, 'amming

heaves slowly, unable to look away, but her heart feels like it will fall out of her chest at

his mate? Will that be the end for them

down, all will be

his words a bit

she mutters and Clayton