“As soon as those high bloods were affected by the blood in that wine, they were freed from the Blood Court’s control, weren’t they?” “Yes,” she said. “Any of them could have attacked us.” “Yes.” “And it was your blood the thralls dripped into their glasses, wasn’t it?” “Yes. Tal brought them to the river, and I marked them with sigils. When they cut themselves, I bled through their veins. A simple transference spell, really. My blood—” “Your blood is a curse to all vampires. It kills them unless they take the antidote that your clan created.”
