The blood bond hummed between us like a living thing as we prepared to leave the plantation. Even three days later, I could still feel the lingering effects of the ritual, Lucien's emotions bleeding into mine at unexpected moments, his presence a constant warmth at the edge of my consciousness. It was intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.
"We need to split up," Lucien said, checking his watch. The sun had set an hour ago, giving us the cover of darkness we'd need in the Quarter. "Less chance of being spotted together."
I nodded, though every instinct screamed against separating from him. The bond made distance feel unnatural now, like trying to breathe underwater. "I'll hit the apothecary on Dauphine first, then the herb shop near Jackson Square. You?"
"The blood bank has a back
