But even as they prepared to embark on their quest, a nagging doubt gnawed at the back of Blake's mind. The final ingredient – the willing blood of a vampire elder – loomed like an insurmountable obstacle. How could they possibly convince one of these ancient, powerful beings to participate in such a risky ritual?
As if reading his thoughts, Dumpheries placed a reassuring hand on Blake's shoulder. "I have a few ideas about the elder's blood," he said quietly. "There are old debts and ancient alliances that might be called upon. Leave that part to me for now."
Blake nodded gratefully, though the worry didn't entirely leave his eyes. There were so many variables, so many things that could go wrong. And all the while, the clock was ticking, with Rose's very essence hanging in the balance.
