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it, I want to mingle my blood with yours to see if the wound will heal faster. " He opened his palm. The blood welled for only a moment before his wound closed with no sign of damage.
" You heal so quickly. "
" I have fed this day. If I was wounded or drained of blood, I would not heal as you saw just now. "
Her fingers traced his palm before she met his gaze. " Aye, do it. "
He took the dagger and sliced his palm again. She unwrapped her arm and held it out. He let his blood drip onto her wound. The droplets mingled with her blood. Warmth spread, heating the area with a burning sensation, but not so uncomfortable that she couldn ' t stand the pain. Her wound took a moment longer than Bram ' s to heal, but the skin began to knit itself together before her eyes. Her gaze riveted to his. His lips slid into a smile and she returned the gesture.
" It is working. " His voice held a note of awe. He had not expected her body to react to his blood the way it had.
" What does it mean, Bram? "
" I do not know, but maybe we can use this knowledge to help the chosen. Maybe sharing our blood will help them to survive. "
She wanted to believe it was possible, but healing a small cut with blood was nothing compared to healing a chosen from the blooding ritual. " It is not just the wounds that need healing. The chosen are drained of their blood, are they not? How will this help? "
His smile slipped and she wished she had kept quiet and let him have his small victory this night.
" I do not know, Adryanna, but my gut tells me my blood healing your wound in a matter of seconds must mean something. "
Chapter Sixteen
From the edge of the forest, Bram watched Adryanna make her way toward home. When she entered her dwelling and was safe from harm, he rode toward Dungannon.
Adryanna didn ' t believe blood could save the chosen, but if not with blood there had to be another way. He wished now he had studied alchemy when his cousin Sheerin wanted him to learn. His brother Gareth had been quite apt with herbs, too. Unfortunately, mixing concoctions and such was never his expertise. He was much better in the field.
Before he met Adryanna, he never questioned a Lathe Sith ' s sacrifice. The ritual was one they honored for decades, when the Oiche Sith could no longer bare young. He remembered Sheerin and Gareth had many discussions on the matter. His brother claimed a defect in their blood caused the women to become sterile, but he believed maybe other blood drinking clans were not affected. That ' s why his brother took on the quest to find out.
Sheerin believed nature was finding a way to even the odds between the species. An Oiche Sith was stronger than a Lathe Sith. If there were too many blood drinkers alive at one time, they ' d turn on each other for a blood source and the Lathe Sith clan would eventually cease to exist . Without blood, the Oiche Sith clan would perish also.
He and Loreto scoffed at their cousin ' s reasoning. Now Bram was not so sure he was right to dismiss Sheerin so readily.
He dismounted from his horse, giving the creature over to the groom to brush down. The boy was one of the Lathe Sith, one who had no family and sought their care. The lad was no more than a servant for their needs. The blooded fed off him and others like him. Bram glanced at the boy ' s neck. Someone had fed off him recently. The marks had not healed completely. It wasn ' t forbidden to feed off the help as long as they did not drain them. No one would touch the boy again for another week to make sure he was strong enough for the next feeding.
" What is your name? " Bram asked.
The boy ' s gaze didn ' t meet his. " Please , my lord, I have already given blood. "
" That is not what I asked. "
The boy ' s eyes lifted. " Fintan. "
" Thank you, Fintan. Take care of my mount and I will make sure you receive a special treat tonight for your effort. "
The lad' s lips curved. " Thank you, my lord. " He bowed as he backed away. Quite a few of
" You heal so quickly. "
" I have fed this day. If I was wounded or drained of blood, I would not heal as you saw just now. "
Her fingers traced his palm before she met his gaze. " Aye, do it. "
He took the dagger and sliced his palm again. She unwrapped her arm and held it out. He let his blood drip onto her wound. The droplets mingled with her blood. Warmth spread, heating the area with a burning sensation, but not so uncomfortable that she couldn ' t stand the pain. Her wound took a moment longer than Bram ' s to heal, but the skin began to knit itself together before her eyes. Her gaze riveted to his. His lips slid into a smile and she returned the gesture.
" It is working. " His voice held a note of awe. He had not expected her body to react to his blood the way it had.
" What does it mean, Bram? "
" I do not know, but maybe we can use this knowledge to help the chosen. Maybe sharing our blood will help them to survive. "
She wanted to believe it was possible, but healing a small cut with blood was nothing compared to healing a chosen from the blooding ritual. " It is not just the wounds that need healing. The chosen are drained of their blood, are they not? How will this help? "
His smile slipped and she wished she had kept quiet and let him have his small victory this night.
" I do not know, Adryanna, but my gut tells me my blood healing your wound in a matter of seconds must mean something. "
Chapter Sixteen
From the edge of the forest, Bram watched Adryanna make her way toward home. When she entered her dwelling and was safe from harm, he rode toward Dungannon.
Adryanna didn ' t believe blood could save the chosen, but if not with blood there had to be another way. He wished now he had studied alchemy when his cousin Sheerin wanted him to learn. His brother Gareth had been quite apt with herbs, too. Unfortunately, mixing concoctions and such was never his expertise. He was much better in the field.
Before he met Adryanna, he never questioned a Lathe Sith ' s sacrifice. The ritual was one they honored for decades, when the Oiche Sith could no longer bare young. He remembered Sheerin and Gareth had many discussions on the matter. His brother claimed a defect in their blood caused the women to become sterile, but he believed maybe other blood drinking clans were not affected. That ' s why his brother took on the quest to find out.
Sheerin believed nature was finding a way to even the odds between the species. An Oiche Sith was stronger than a Lathe Sith. If there were too many blood drinkers alive at one time, they ' d turn on each other for a blood source and the Lathe Sith clan would eventually cease to exist . Without blood, the Oiche Sith clan would perish also.
He and Loreto scoffed at their cousin ' s reasoning. Now Bram was not so sure he was right to dismiss Sheerin so readily.
He dismounted from his horse, giving the creature over to the groom to brush down. The boy was one of the Lathe Sith, one who had no family and sought their care. The lad was no more than a servant for their needs. The blooded fed off him and others like him. Bram glanced at the boy ' s neck. Someone had fed off him recently. The marks had not healed completely. It wasn ' t forbidden to feed off the help as long as they did not drain them. No one would touch the boy again for another week to make sure he was strong enough for the next feeding.
" What is your name? " Bram asked.
The boy ' s gaze didn ' t meet his. " Please , my lord, I have already given blood. "
" That is not what I asked. "
The boy ' s eyes lifted. " Fintan. "
" Thank you, Fintan. Take care of my mount and I will make sure you receive a special treat tonight for your effort. "
The lad' s lips curved. " Thank you, my lord. " He bowed as he backed away. Quite a few of
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