"Grandma, your hands are very cold," Amelie said tenderly, holding Ravenna's hands and rubbing them gently for warmth. After the morning breakfast, she had insisted on taking the grandmother for a slow stroll in the garden, leaving Noah safely with Gabriel.
"And yours are wonderfully warm, child," Ravenna stated, her voice quiet but firm. "Carlos will help you from here onward. He has a duty to you, and he knows it. The curses were formed using your and Gabriel's respective bloods, making them intimately connected to your life force."
"Grandma, I don't want Carlos to be in trouble or danger," Amelie asserted, her brow furrowed with worry. "In the past, the High Priest gave his life saving us. Ophelia took his life as well in her vengeance."
