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"She blessed her," Samuel said, flashing Christine a warm smile. "It means Hekatê's magic will now protect her and strengthen her," he said, his eyes peered over Christine's right shoulder. "This one however," removing his hands from her body, slicing open the pad of his right index finger allowing the blood to pool in the palm of his left hand, "is to ensure this illness will never again plague your daughter," Samuel said, drawing a sigil on Christine's forehead. Placing the palm of his right hand over it. A blinding white light flooded the room as Samuel chanted the incantation in his head. Rising from his kneeling position as Christine's parents rushed to her side. Drinking his own blood so no one could use it to either turn themselves or to form a spell against him. Licking his hand clean, peering down through his fingers as they cooed and fawned over their daughter. "Samuel," Lola said, her tongue curled out, her lips curved into an alluring smile as she rose from her seat. Two of