“THREE DROPS OF BLOOD, ONE CHOICE”
VERONICA POV
Seraphine stared at me. Her lip was shaking, but I saw the zeal in her eyes—the same fire I’d seen the day she told me she wouldn’t give her seat to anyone. Not even the Moon Goddess.
“I’ll pay the price.” She said,
“Seraphine,” I said. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “If I don’t do this, I might lose everything. I might lose him. I might lose my place. I might lose myself.”
The Prophet clapped her hands—once. The candles flickered and the room dropped several degrees. We could see our breath.
“If that is what you desire. Then the pact shall be made.”
She picked up the silver dagger which hung on a glimmering chain. To some, it may have seemed like the dagger was letting out some of its life force.
“i need three drops of your bl
