The Call of Monsters (My Beautiful Monsters #3) - J.B. Trepagnier Page 0,89

here just in case I need a witch’s help on something. It’s just a little blood, River, not a lot.”

He said that like cutting my palm open so a witch could spell my blood wouldn’t have sounded totally insane to me before all this. Even after going to the Underworld and Olympus, that probably wasn’t a good idea, even if I trusted Charley. I mean, I couldn’t be the only one thinking giving your blood to someone with magical powers was a bad idea, right?

Charley put the chalice on the table and handed me the dagger. I winced as I dragged it across my palm. I held it and let my blood drip into the stone cup. Exactly how much blood did she need, anyway? Could I get in on some of that magical healing once I’d bled enough into this chalice? I was getting so spoiled.

Everyone was so engrossed in my blood. Charley leaned over and started chanting. I’d heard Charley and Finn do this many times, but I didn’t understand a word of it. It seemed to be in a language I’d never heard of before. I knew a lot of Latin, but this had to be older than that.

My blood started swirling in the cup, and a purple haze rose and covered her face. It was like she was gulping it in. I had reservations about magic being done on my blood, but this was pretty fucking fascinating. The cloud cleared, and Charley just grinned at me.

“Welcome, sister. One of River’s descendants was a member of the Sisters of Trinity coven. They were a female-only coven who would take a warlock lover long enough to get pregnant, then disappear. They culled any male offspring. They were super against having men in their coven. One must have defected to take up with a male human which isn’t like them at all. Her child wouldn’t have had any powers, and it wouldn’t have been passed on through the ages.

“You won’t have any magic as I do, but this could change things for us. Many in the supernatural community can’t mix with humans because their children would be powerless. This could be a game-changer for us as far as love and marriage go.”

I held up my hand. I got it. I totally did, and it was nice to have the last piece of the puzzle as to why I could do the things I could. But none of these people understood humans like I did because they raised me as one.

“That’s all well and good, but if you ask a human to bleed into a cup so you can chant over it doing a magical DNA test, they are going to nope right out of there so fast because they’ll think you’re a Satanist.”

Bael just yawned.

“Satanists are quite lovely and misunderstood. We don’t have to do it like that. There are other means to get blood.”

“Like what?” I demanded.

I didn’t care if he was the King of Hell. You just couldn’t go around stealing blood from humans to do spells on. Bael just laughed at me instead of arresting me and bringing me to his dungeon for torture.

“I like your spunk. We have highly qualified doctors here. Some are demons, and some are witches. People give blood for various reasons—medical tests, to save lives, or to feed Vampires if they don’t have someone willing to let them take a bite. It’s the same on Earth.”

I just snorted. I couldn’t help it.

“Humans aren’t lining up to donate blood for Vampires. Sorry, not sorry. They don’t even think they are real.”

Bael just winked at me.

“That they know of. Some unattached Vampires have gotten jobs in blood banks and hospitals until they can find a donor. They still keep their jobs after that because they still require money.”

Well, I’ll be totally fucked. That made sense. I needed to learn more about the supernatural community. Even if it was dormant and I didn’t inherit any of those powers, I needed to learn more about witches and warlocks. Charley knew about the coven my ancestor came from. Maybe her magic could get me a name, and I could understand more about what happened to her. Did they kill her for taking up with a human? I had so many questions.

“Enough about Vampires and spells. This is a party,” Barbatos said. “Let’s show my daughter everything Hell has to offer.”

Bael’s eyes glittered dangerously. He wasn’t about to kick me into his dungeon like I did to