Chapter 92: Blood and Chains

Kerrigan’s head throbbed, and she struggled to keep her focus on Kelan as he wiped sweat from his face with the back of his hand, smearing some of the dark liquid across his cheek. He looked at Prima Zadok, irritation clear in his eyes.

“Do I really have to stick around in this sweltering pit?” he grumbled, loosening his collar as if the heat was suffocating him. “I’ve got better things to do than sweat it out in here.”

Zadok’s cold, piercing eyes shifted from the Soul Stone to Kelan, his expression impassive. “Take two liters of her blood. After that, do whatever you want with her.”

He returned his attention to the altar, his focus never wavering from the twisted ritual he was preparing. “Just don’t kill her until I have what I need.”

Kerrigan’s heart pounded in her chest, dread clawing at her insides. She pulled at her restraints, trying desperately to inch away, but Kelan moved with a cruel efficiency, setting up an IV stand he had retrieved from a corner of the cave.

Kerrigan stru