Chapter 78

"Do not dilute my blood?" Brandon said, his brows drawn together in a confused line. "I do not get it. Is he so eager to share the same blood with the monster who could have done this to him or what?"

Conaan looked over Matthew again, his lips slightly pursed. "You think the blood is that important?"

"What do you mean, Your Highness?"

Conaan said nothing for a while, only letting his fingers run the marks once more, like he was trying to make certain of the message embedded in his skin.

"This was written by fire. Probably because there was nothing else. Do you not think that if he wrote that message, then there must be some significance to that blood?"

"He could just be trying to stay alive."

"Not diluting his blood will only make him stay like this longer, I am sure the healer will agree. He has a better chance of survival if I, or you, or someone was to give him blood."

Brandon gave a small sigh as he moved Matthew back, so he was facing up agai