Page 60 of Blood Weaver
“What does that mean, Sir Edric?” I asked. “I don’t know what it is.”
Amina nodded. “Your blood is special, Your Highness. Not only do you carry blood magic and can heal with your blood, but your blood can be woven to create things.”
I frowned. “Such as?”
“Such as weapons,” he answered matter-of-factly. “With a slit of your wrist, your blood could pour out of you and form shapes as solid as metal.”
My stomach rolled and my eyes grew impossibly wider. “How-How is that possible?”
“I don’t know, Your Highness.” The witch doctor shook her head, though the mannerism was all Sir Edric. “This is all … legend. I never attempted it with you because I was afraid you’d get hurt.”
“So if I really am thisBlood Weaver, why isn’t it safe for me to return to Valoria? I’ve stayed away because that’s what you said before you died, but it’s been ten years. When can I go back home?”
The witch doctor waved off my question. “There are too many spies in Valoria, even now. You will never be safe there, no matter how much the King and Queen love you. Not manypeople know what you are, but one day, for the safety of Valoria, your parents will—”
“Trade me,” I finished in a horrified whisper.
Amina nodded. “You were never safe there, Princess. I disobeyed orders because I couldn’t bear to see you betrayed in that manner. It was best if you disappeared.”
“Okay … so the Crimson Clan wants to use me as a weapon?” I asked.
Amina shook her head and her eyes narrowed. “No, Your Highness. The Crimson Clan wants you for something far more sinister than that.”
My blood ran cold at his words. I wondered what exactly Ronan had planned.
“Whatever you do, Lyanna, you must NEVER trust the Crimson Clan, and you must NEVER trust—”
Suddenly he stopped speaking and Amina’s body began to convulse. The witch doctor fell to the side, her body making a loud thud as it hit the ground. Her eyes slid shut and I hurried to her side, trying to shake her awake.
“Sir Edric!” I shouted. “Sir Edric!”
Silas rushed inside the tent when he heard me yelling and looked between me and the witch doctor. He helped me lift Amina and she slowly opened her eyes. They were back to normal.
“Bring him back!” I demanded.
Amina stared me down. “I can’t.”
“Wh-What? Why?”
“The connection was lost and I’m completely drained. It will be a few weeks before I’ve recuperated enough to try again.”
“A few weeks?” I gasped at the absurdity.
Silas helped Amina stand and I followed suit. “Witch doctors can only contact the dead once a month,” he explained.
I didn’t trust them one bit. Just as Sir Edric was going to confide something in me, the connection was extinguished? It was a little too tidy.
“No! I need to reconnect with him. You have to try again!” I said desperately.
Silas whispered something in Amina’s ear, and she left the tent without another word.
“Where is she going? Tell her to come back!” I shouted.
Silas shook his head. “I gave you what you wanted. Our deal has been met. Now it’s time for you to complete yours.”
She wasn’t coming back. That was what he was telling me.
“I need three more days before I’m fully healed,” I said, stiffening my spine and raising my chin defiantly. “Then I’ll leave.”
