"You're certain?" he asked, lowering his voice as he dismounted. Olivia stepped closer, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the girl toward a shadowed corner between two buildings.
"Yes, when you left, I saw a ritual in the book. It needs the sacrifice of twelve innocent girls and the blood of a dormant witch to perform a ritual where they could wake up another blood witch. I think.. Oriana is that dormant witch."
Rhistel's expression darkened. "Oriana did not have the ability in her blood. If it were forced, she would not be able to survive it." Olivia;'s eyes widened with fear.
Earlier, she was worried but she knew even if Oriana got power, she would not harm others. Recently, she had been changed for the good. But if that was the case,
"I am sure they know how to control her powers. Rhistel, I am afraid." Rhistel turned slightly, glancing back at where the girl still lingered near the pyre. "That girl… she knew something. She followed me too easily."
