"What kind of traditional practice was that we did? It's strange and weird." Ave mused after they arrived at the eatery, and she stared down at the cut on her wrist, where Lucian had tied his torn shirt fabric to stop the bleeding after they were done doing what seemed to her like some crazy traditional madness that was fun and yet weird.
They had both cut their wrists with the same blade, which she thought wasn't something safe to do, and then Zane had used Lucian's bandana to bind their wrists together where he'd cut and then told them to bow to the west three times and then spoke in a language she didn't understand and told her to repeat after Lucian.
Ave had done everything asked of her because she would do anything as long as it would get her back to her time and away from being an emotional yo-yo to a man before the walls around her heart would crumble down completely.
