"Are you sure we're going the right way?" I asked, glancing sideways at Amaya as our horses trotted through the narrow woodland path.
She gave a calm nod, her dark hair swaying gently in the breeze.
"The Blood Lords have received all the Blood of the Witch," she explained matter-of-factly. "So… I can sense them."
That was… surprisingly convenient.
I'd never thought of it before, but it made sense. And in a way, it was good news—well, as good as anything involving vampires and witches could be.
But then a thought hit me.
"Wait… if you can sense them, then the Vampire Witch could feel it when Lakalros died, right?"
She nodded again, though this time her expression darkened slightly.
"She knows. And she can see through him. She also knows where I am."
Oh, fantastic. We were basically walking around with a magical beacon strapped to us.
"So we're screwed if they really come for you, is what you're saying."
Amaya tilted her head, not exactly denying it.
