While her reflexes told her to drop the paper Iseult found that she couldn’t. The electric shock had fused the paper to her skin, melting into her palm and fingers. The horror in Iseult’s purple eyes echoed in the steel gray ones of Master Alchemist Evander.
Having only heard tales of the Guild, Detective Otokar asked, “What was that?”
With a low growl Master Alchemist Evander answered, “The blackest of all arts. Whoever took the Senior Journeyman has dabbled in Human Blood Bonding Rituals. The Council banned these rituals years ago.
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