We waited, I told Aldrin what he looked like, which was easy because King Darshan and his son looked exactly alike. His father, though, was a little more brooding. Not that it mattered with the amount of people in this cave, it was literally a sea of men, and we couldn’t exactly go wandering to find them. I start to feel my magic getting stronger. Aldrin was right, the sun is recharging us. Even Aldrin didn’t look so deathly pale. His skin regains color as we both try not to move, letting the sun beat down on our legs, the warmth of it creating a warmth inside us both.
Jed is still taking blood, but he starts becoming frustrated. Mostly because our magic dwindled throughout the night the process had slowed dramatically almost to a standstill. It isn’t until Malika screeches that the curs
