Her hand shook as she reached into her pocket and took out the ring. Her throat was tight, her breath scarce as her heart pounded furiously for freedom. When she slipped it onto her left hand, the metal warmed immediately. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw their matching sigils gleam more brightly.
“Wow,” Simon murmured. His strong fingers wrapped gently around Claire’s wrist, a grasp firm enough to quell her racing nerves without threatening them further. He guided her hand to Seth’s chest, resting her palm against the sculpted muscle so the silver pieces were lined up. “I’d forgotten how beautiful it could be.”
Only Simon could see the beauty in an act with such tainted roots.
“According to Sosata, I only need a couple drops of blood to seal the spell.” Unwilling to break the contact with Seth yet, she jerked her chin toward the bed. “Can you get the knife for me, please?”