Salvation

The wooden floor of Mircea's bedchamber now had a thick carpet of blood veiling it. Lilith could make out with her hazy gaze, Urban was drawing his own blood out in the goblet and mixing it with her and Faustina's blood. 

She wasn't sure what the witcher was upto, however she wanted to get herself and Faustina out of this mess, alive. What he was doing with Mircea didn't matter as long as she and Faustina were alive to rule Slyve from the next morrow. 

The banging on the door was making Urban's actions sloppy. He was afraid of being discovered by the guards before he could transform Mircea into a witch. 

Mircea was barely hanging on the chair, she had been unconscious from the moment Urban poured the antidote in her mouth. Urban had checked many times if she was alive. He knew the antidote worked on witches however, he wasn't so sure about humans.