Chapter 27

(Reagan's POV)

'Come on, Reagan. Concentrate,' I jeered internally.

I tried imagining the lid popping out as I concentrated further, my head hurting from intense focus.

As the throbbing in my head increased, the desperation of willing the damn thing to open dwindled and finally, I gave up. Nothing happened. What a load of horse dung.

"Darn it!" I growled, glaring at the piece of crap. "Why don't you just open?"

Derek placed his hand on my shoulders. "Calm down, ma cherie," he said soothingly. "Don't force it."

I scoffed but didn't bother to reply. To hell with that thing.

"Maybe we should check out the intricate designs around the object," Cooper suggested and I looked up. "There might be something there."

For once, the immature pureblood had contributed something productive. Twirling the cylinder around with meticulous eyes, nothing was out of place. Just some detailed designs and what not, but when my eyes landed on a Greek word engraved in the middle, I frowned.

"αίμα"

"Dee," I sai