I placed the bowl of blood on the floor between Scarlet and me. My lungs were filled with oxygen before carbon dioxide slipped through my parted lips. My senses heightened and energy rushed through my veins.
My previous experience with this spell hadn't allowed me to chant a spell to anchor my brother's soul to mine. It came easy because we were already joined; we were already one. Regardless of my lack of knowledge, the spell to anchor Scarlet's soul to mine swirled in my head. Alternatives words and phrases brightened and the ones before dulled.
Within a second a new spell was transmitted to my voice box. "Qalbi laka. qalbik li. Kan dimawuna mnfslaan, lkna alan daeha tatashabakan. Yjb 'an takun ruwhina wahidatan. Sanusbih wahdana."
(My heart is yours. Your heart is mine. Our blood was separate, but now, let it intertwine. Our soul shall be as one. We shall become one.)
