Crescent, not knowing the whole story, had given Rose and Jericho her parents’ old bedroom for their wedding night. Needless to say, it was beyond awkward. Not for Jericho, though, as he immediately made himself comfortable on the queen-sized bed after taking a short shower. He studied his vibrating wedding ring, marveling at the magical hum that it emitted. Both Feron and Father Benedict had warned them about it, how wedding rings that undergo ritual magic released certain frequencies into the air for a couple of days. Father Benedict also told them that it was what they needed to access the first part of the Riddle of Life. Though theyy didn't yet know what it entailed. "Rose, come here," Jericho said absent-mindedly, pulling her towards him by the hand. His wet hair dripped down in cold drops onto the white pillow behind him, and Rose tried not to stare.Pulling her hand closer to his, Jericho clicked their rings together and the two metals attached like magnets, the vibration stro

"My blood will be your blood, in this heap of gold." Trick read the golden ink written on the parchment, a knot forming in his brow. "Not quite a riddle, huh? Anyone has any idea what this means?" "No," Ty replied, "We were thinking we'd count on you, since, you know, you're the nerd of this group." "Hey," Trick chastised him mildly. "My blood will be your blood..." Rose repeated thoughtfully, "We need to only decide if we should approach it literally or figuratively right?" "But there is no figurative meaning to it, I don't think," Jericho said. He looked a little better than he was a while ago, but he still leaned heavily on his chair. He had also stopped holding Rose's hand, which made her feel both disappointed and relieved at the same time. "Not that we can think of, yes." Trick agreed, "And if we were to take this literally, mixing your blood would mean..." Trick didn't need to finish his sentence as all of them knew what he was about to say. A blush crept up Rose's c

It was a close call getting out of the Gandhandhi Museum. Ty got hurt but he downplayed it whilst they were getting away. It wasn't in Rose'se nature to worry, but then she didn't have any friends before. Even as she started feeling like she could have that sort of relationship with these guys, she didn't even really know what that word meant. Nor was she inclined to admit it. "He'll be alright, Rose," Trick said, sweat beading his brow as he administered healing magic to Ty's wounded backside. The werewolf grunted in pain. "I know." Rose blinked, embarrassed at Trick witnessing her worried frown. "You better hurry up. We need to figure out what we need to do with the chalice. Joanna's onto us, so the sooner we proceed with the ritual, the better." Rose cringed at her words. She just wanted to pretend that she wasn't that worried about Ty, but now she sounded like she was more concerned about the ritual than the werewolf's pain. Thankfully, Trick did not seem to notice, his whole