“What are you talking about?!” Peter demanded as he halted the transfusion.
Alice took a deep breath.
“I knew something about the infection looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure it out until Ashleigh said that Myka and Bell are the same, that their blood shares unique markers. The ones that identify them as fae descendants.”
“Wait… what?!” Peter said, shocked by her words.
“I can explain that,” Bell quickly said, looking at Peter, then turned back to Alice, “but first, let Alice finish. Why would giving my blood to Myka kill us both?”
Alice shook her head.
“It’s not giving him the blood that would kill you. The infection would,” she said. “It’s not an infection exactly. It’s like a hunter.”
Peter furrowed his brows and shook his head.
“What does that even mean?” he asked with frustration.
“Remember how we were looking at the slides and found it strange that it wasn’t changing? It was just holding, not attacking or shrinking?”
