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A Horrible Ceremony (Davina’s POV)

I struggled and cursed, repeatedly using my strength to free myself, but I failed miserably. Lee extended his f*ingers to pinch my lips and whispered in my ear, “Be quiet. If you keep being noisy, I will have to cut your tongue off.” I shot him a murderous glare.

Lee placed his palm over my eyes and sighed. “Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll want to scoop out your gorgeous eyes and make them a specimen.”

I shivered slightly, but finally managed to restrain my anger and shut up.

“Good girl.” Lee gave me a satisfied smile. Then he dipped his index f*inger into the pool of blood on my body and drew a strange pattern on my chest.

It felt like some kind of ancient spell.

His icy f*ingers traveled from my chest to my belly and then to my back. He seemed to be wrapping me with the invisible lines he drew. My entire body felt uncomfortable and I was getting increasingly uneasy. He seemed to be offering me as a sacrifice. I recalled his prayer and repentanc