Malek stepped aside, and Edvar dropped to his knees beside the bed. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted Sabine's uninjured hand. Malek had stopped to bind the wound on her other hand once they were away from the councilman’s home. Sabine had been frantic about stopping her bleeding, which made sense given her true identity.
Edvar used the knife to prick her fingertip. Blood welled to the surface, along with the heady scent of the forest and wild magic. Malek froze as Edvar coated the wooden disk with Sabine's blood. It soaked the surface almost immediately.
“Saivere,” Edvar whispered, and the disk began to glow. He pressed it again to Sabine's finger and more blood soaked through. The disk became even brighter, almost humming as power in the room began to build. It was threatening an
