Burning Iron And Boiling Blood
"I am sorry for calling you a cheater. I just got so worked up because, once again, you were able to do it without much trouble," Senna said, and I nodded.
"Don't compare yourself to me. I have a solution for every problem in my head from all my experience. Still, you are much more formidable than I had thought. My choice to suggest you be the one left in charge after we leave seems to be well placed," I said, and Senna blinked at me.
"Me? In charge? Why would you or Eliza pick me?!" Senna exclaimed, and I smiled.
"Because you know the city the best, and you are the closest to everything that has happened… Do you smell that?"
I had been about to talk about how even though she was close to Lady Katarina, I still trusted her, but a pungent smell hit my nose. It was the smell of burning iron and boiling blood, sending a chill through my body but fire through my veins. I knew with every fiber of my being that this smell was.
Blood Witch.