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Goosebumps broke out along my arms as her eyes flashed white.
“Alright, Sariel,” she said after another moment of prolonged silence, within which she managed to make me squirm. “What do you have to offer me?”
“My blood isn’t payment enough?”
Dessi stood slowly, unfolding the sensual length of her body from the couch. Her eyes were on me as she spoke. “I’m afraid there’s blood more valuable than yours, Sariel.”
I froze. She couldn’t possibly mean me. My blood? More valuable than a half-fallen, half-heaven-appointed angel?
Sariel’s eyes narrowed on her. “Dessi…”
“I don’t mind,” I interrupted him. “Whatever you need.”
“Aria, you can’t just offer your blood to—”
“Yes, I can. It’smyblood,” I emphasized. I didn’t care what it would take to ensure we were never again in a situation like the one from last night again. Even if it meant giving my blood to a witch. “Onedrop,” I said, turning to Dessi.
She frowned, her lips parting as if to argue.
“A drop, Dessi,” Sariel growled, “or I find another witch.”
“One drop it is,” she agreed.
“Good,” I breathed.
“Good,” Sariel echoed.
“Follow me,” Dessi instructed. Sariel stood and waited for me to follow her before trailing after me.
Dessi moved with a sort of grace that made me insanely jealous. She glided across the floors to a pair of double doors that opened as she approached.
Inside was a library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves circled the room, all packed with books. Some were overflowing, tomes and papers spilling out of their frames. An altar had been erected in the center of the room, and little tables with beakers and testtubes in their holders were scattered around it. Some held stacks of papers, others held potions with unidentifiable objects inside.
“Sariel,” Dessi started. “You know the drill. Stand at the altar, feed it some blood, and make your request.”
She moved behind the altar, stepped even further back, then spread her arms, her palms facing downwards while her lips moved quietly.
Sariel stepped up to the stone altar in the center of the room, picked up a knife that had been left there, sliced a small cut through his palm, and let a few drops fall into the little bowl on it. Sariel must have made his request in his head, because all of a sudden, the blood sizzled, and Dessi’s eyes glossed over, a white film covering them.
Sariel motioned me to join him as he cleaned the knife with a bit of cloth. He handed me it by its handle. “Make your intentions clear. You want to be untraceable to humans and supernatural beings,” he instructed.
Right. “Okay,” I said, eyeing the knife.
“Youhaveto be sure, Aria, or the spell can backfire. Whatever request your mind conjures will be granted. If you make the wrong request…”
He didn’t have to say it. I understood: We’d be fucked.
Dessi groaned behind us, and I turned to the altar hurriedly. As I raised the knife to my palm, my wolf surfaced with a vengeance.
The cut was shallow, but stung as I made a fist and squeezed it over the bowl. My blood dripped into the bowl and sizzled immediately upon contact.
My mind briefly wondered about my family's safety before I whispered softly that I wanted to be untraceable.
Dessi hissed out a curse, and the bowl lit bright red. Sariel tugged me gently from the altar and placed a wipe on my hand.He took the knife from me, cleaned it, and returned it to its place.
Dessi blinked. The white glow in her eyes dispersed. She stumbled a little, and I jerked in her direction.
“It’s done,” she said. She made a sweeping motion with her hand, and suddenly the books on the shelves were…alive.
