152

NIRVANA

I followed them into her kitchen. Well, I thought it was her kitchen, but the whole world spun. My vision felt dizzy as I hung onto Knight. The feeling was uncomfortable and gave me a vertigo effect that had almost landed my butt on the ground.

“Whoa! That was something. What the hell was that, Zarah?” Archibald asked.

I looked around. The place had changed. We were not in her kitchen anymore, but somewhere looked like a tomb or temple— their sacred ground. “Where are we?”

“This ground is sacred like a sanctum and can never be contaminated.” She gestured for us to come around the table with a big thick book with written language I’d never seen before. There were some tools like bowls and knives and small decanters of some sort.

“Dylan, stay behind. Sebastien, Knight, Archibald, and Aira will cut your palm when I tell you to drop your blood on the bowl. That’s when you do it. You should do it together for the potion to work.”

“What about me?”

“You will have your turn lat