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.
Tatum puts his hand in his 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 to collect the blood..
Lithoha takes the bowl and stands to her feet but her hair remains spread out and suspended.
“Your turn,” she beckons to Carmela who stretches her hand forward and Lithoha repeats the same process.
She takes the two bowls of blood and drops it on the floor, she sits 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 circle into two.
She mutters an incantation, waving her Head back and forth in a slow and rhythmic fashion and the lines of the circle drawn by the sand suddenly erupt in fire.
“Step into the circle,” Lithoha says and Tatum and Carmela each step into one side of the circle, through the fire while she sits in the middle.
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