"You— why am I—"
"I told you," Rosalind smiled when she saw Clinton's surprised expression. She eyed Lucas who stood behind Clinton. He was eying Clinton as if he was watching someone already dead. "I can do this over and over again. Since you refuse to say it, I will have to—"
"Impossible!" Clinton's eyes were wide. "You— Sorcerers should not have the ability to heal that fast. Unless… unless you receive the Blessing of the light."
Rosalind smirked. "It seems that you were studying us." Rosalind then took a dagger— the one that was not cursed— and used it on Clinton's face. The smell of blood immediately filled the room.
"You— You whore!"
Rosalind said nothing as she used her Blessing to heal him. This time, she did not hide the fact that she could use the Blessing of the light.
"Impossible!" Clinton said.
"I know," Rosalind said. "I never thought that something like this could be possible too."
She took a step back. "Elias— burn him."
"Yes."
