Isolde sighed as she turned away, "So what's happening now? He's inside me can't he just show up before us?" Her father's face darkened, "No, he's not. Not yet. The bloodline connection binds him to you, but it's not strong enough to take control until the next full moon." He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "That's why I called you here now. We have less than a weekbefore the moon is at its peak. We need to break the bond before then." She swallowed hard, "And how do we do that?" "There's a ritual. Ancient. Dangerous." He paused, watching her carefully. "It requires my blood. Your blood. And the blood of the one who forged the original bond."
Isolde felt a chill run through her. "Malphus."
