Kayden's POV 

I stared blankly at Shakti's poorly done ceiling. She wasn't so poor, yet I wondered why she chose to stay in such a dilapidated house.

I really couldn't understand her ways sometimes.

She extended something like a drip from my hand, drawing out my blood into a boiling pot.

In that same boiling pot, she poured the blood of Rhea’s father and then just three out of the Crystals I had brought.

She boiled it for over ten minutes making some incantations, while she transferred the hot blood into Rhea's body.

The more blood left my body, the weaker I became. 

“What's happening to me Shakti?” I asked...