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She asks, seeming a little calmer now that I've put the needle away. I kiss the top of her head before releasing her from my arms. I feel around the bottom of the table until I find what I'm looking for, pressing against the loose wood until a hidden drawer slides out. I pull out a small knife and hand it to Katrina. Without even blinking, she unsheathes the knife. She grabs the book on demonology placing it on the table before her. She stands up and holds her hand, facing palm upright above the book where the family crest is. She quickly makes a deep slash on her hand. I am mesmerized as her blood spills out of her hand and lands on the book.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

Back in my world, only bows, katanas, and guns were used. I jumped when I felt someone is going to stab me in the back. I faced him and then punched him before taking the sword and knocking him down. I didn't kill him, I just put him to sleep. I kicked the man who was coming to me and then put him to sleep.

As soon as I left Alpha Riker’s office, I headed straight to the river. Well, not exactly straight to the river, I did drop by the pack house kitchen to procure a knife from the butcher block. Butcher, that is a fun little word. I certainly would have done just that if I had the time to do so. Unfortunately, in order to get into a position to lie in wait for the little bitch that started it all, I had to settle for raking my knife from ear to ear across Lucien’s throat. It was anticlimactic but satisfying as the scent of his blood filled my nostrils. The thrill of gleeful anticipation slid down my spine as I selected my place to wait to make my next move.

Marcel pulls out a silver blade, pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger, then whips it across my abdomen. Payna’s scream rips through my ears. Marcel’s shouting can just barely be heard over him bellowing, “Brea! Now!” My back slaps hard against the dirt, and wind pushes through my chest until my lungs are completely empty. “Kate!” Riven is leaning over me, his hand settles on the gooey blood oozing from my wound. Damn it. Silver. My eyes flutter shut. - Riven Kate’s blood gushes between my fingers.

When I held the knife up, getting ready to our that cut in there, her eyes never wavered. "Tell me if it–" She grabbed my hand and helped me make a long slash along her palm. And before I could realize my mouth was dropping to the ground and my eyes bulging, I felt my body being pulled near the barricades lined on the edge of the river. "Let your blood drip in there till the last drop, without crossing over." "Okay."

she said. “Alpha Ryder shall first make the cut, and then Lady Adira will follow. Once the cut has been made on your hands, you shall join them together for the blood to mix and enter the calabash," she instructed. "You must now know that once the knife slices through the flesh, there is no going back." She said in a serious voice. Ryder looked at the knife for a few seconds and gently made a cut in his palm. His eyes slightly squinted, but except for that, there was no other sign of pain. He handed me the knife and looked at me with a small smile.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

"My blood is going to be the key to opening this portal, as soon as it opens you need to get in there." "B-but, b-what about you?" Xander widened his eyes. "I promised revenge for my sister and mate, and only you can make it happen. I...." Ralia staggered over to the roots of the huge old tree and poured the blood flowing from her wrist there. On top of those roots, as the blood flowed even more heavily, Ralia fell and hit the ground. "You, are you crazy?"

Then a single word appeared, glowing faintly on the rippling water: Blood. Darian stiffened. “What does it want?” Serenya stepped forward, heart hammering. “It wants mine.” Kaelen grabbed her arm. “No.” His voice was sharp, almost desperate. “You don’t know what giving it will do.” She pulled free, though her hand lingered against his. “If my blood carries both the curse and the key, then only my blood can unlock the Legacy.” Without waiting, she drew a dagger from her belt. The metal caught the pale light as she pressed it against her palm. The blade bit into her skin, a thin line of crimson welling up. She let the drops fall into the pool.