Chapter 444: Blood Magic

I credited the fact my powers were cut off, since I didn't feel a surge of nausea at her words. And yes, I'd heard the geas thing before and was fairly certain it was true. That sorcerers forced a witch to use her power to convince every witch thereafter the use of blood-creation-magic was evil and the very worst crime someone could commit.

Still. The idea I'd have to use it... she couldn't be serious.

Trill must have seen my reluctance. She scrunched her nose at me, glasses twitching, before she sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "This is how things are," she said, her no-nonsense attitude reminding me of Sassafras. "Crash course, pay attention." Owen shook his head with a little smile. He might have been used to her, but she was pushing her limits with me. If I hadn't needed the information, we'd be having a serious talk about her abrasive nature.

"The maji created everything," she said. "From witches to the Sidhe." I still struggled with the mythos, but let her go on. "F