Chapter 14

"My blood will be your blood, in this heap of gold." Trick read the golden ink written on the parchment, a knot forming in his brow. "Not quite a riddle, huh? Anyone has any idea what this means?"

"No," Ty replied, "We were thinking we'd count on you, since, you know, you're the nerd of this group."

"Hey," Trick chastised him mildly.

"My blood will be your blood..." Rose repeated thoughtfully, "We need to only decide if we should approach it literally or figuratively right?"

"But there is no figurative meaning to it, I don't think," Jericho said. He looked a little better than he was a while ago, but he still leaned heavily on his chair. He had also stopped holding Rose's hand, which made her feel both disappointed and relieved at the same time.

"Not that we can think of, yes." Trick agreed, "And if we were to take this literally, mixing your blood would mean..."

Trick didn't need to finish his sentence as all of them knew what he was about to say. A blush crept up Rose's c