Conal was the first to react and he cursed fiercely. “Put the damn sigil back on, you were making more f*****g sense with it.” He put himself between me and the Tines, who were watching my arm, their eyes mesmerized by the blood dripping to the floor.
“I don"t have time to argue with you, Conal. The spirits told me this was the only way,” I retorted angrily.
“It"s insane, that"s what it is! They haven"t fed in weeks and the cow blood didn"t cut it! They"ll suck you dry!”
“Conal, get out of the way!” I pushed past him and strode towards Lucas, saw him cringe away from me. “Lucas, you have to do this. It"s the only way to get you out of here alive,” I pleaded softly.
“I can"t, Charlotte,” he whispered, his eyes focused on the blood on my arm. “Conal"s right, I won"t be able to stop mysel
