I listened to Amelia and after a few seconds I knelt beside her. The couch was behind me so there was not much space. On the little coffee table in front of us, there were a lot of candles lighted in a half circle around a map. I didn't recognize the map, probably because the names of the places were in Latin.. I think. Before I could ask what was supposed to happen next, Amelia took a small pocket knife that was placed beside her and simply cut the center of her palm, down her wrist. I looked on the side.. I had no problem when it came to blood, but I swear my muscles cringed a little with just the thought of how much it must burn. She didn't even flinch. I guess that was the perk of being a cliona or a vampire.. Werewolves were cursed with the moon, and only given strength and a quicker healing. Besides, my father only thought us about the meaning of our own, our family, and no different way how to use those gifts in our advantage. Perhaps that's why I was lost at moments like that. With clenching her fist, she let a pretty nice amount of blood just drop down on the map "Now, all you have to do is give me your hand, and relax. It won't hurt." She reached her other hand towards me, and keeping quiet I let her take it. "Remember, if you let go, the energy will cut and the connection will be lost. We have one try." I nodded my head, and looked down on the map. A few seconds passed while everyone let that silence drawn in. I glanced back at Amelia and her eyes were already closed before she started saying those few words, repeating them a few times. "Sigalis Intransium Namia Exum Solvos," I looked down at the map, and the little drops of blood slowly shook, before they stated moving. She was right. I didn't feel a thing, but there was something.. Some kind of force, almost causing slight tremors underneath my skin. My eyes closed and I don't think I intended it. It was that feeling.. Like something was sucking out each piece of energy in my body. It almost felt as if I was floating, and her voice in my ears muted. "Sigalis Intransium Namia Exum Solvos," But there was this burn on the hand she was holding.. Slowly but surely turning into pain.. It's like she was cutting me with a knife, but at the same time, she was only holding my hand. Something wasn't right and my self-consciousness made me stay still for a few moments, almost as if I was lost in my own thought.. Like I was a part of that spell as much as her. But that pain from my palm only got stronger, and the burn I felt from my hand seemed like it had awakened me. Snapped me out of whatever frenzy subconsciousness I was losing myself in. Her voice in my ears cleared. I heard myself hiss slightly, but before I could even attempt to move my hand she stopped and let me go. I had opened my eyes, but it took me a few seconds till I realized that I was back to some reality. I glanced up at Christian and he seemed so tensed, he was already a few steps towards me. "It's done." I heard Amelia's voice and looked down at the map. There was a red trail and a larger dark red dot at a certain place. It was the weirdest thing I had experienced. I didn't wish to feel anything similar to that ever again. I could still feel the tingles underneath my skin. So slowly, I sat up but there was this sudden dizziness in my head, I thought the room span for a second. I felt lightheaded, and it's insane how a magic spell could do that. It felt like it took me a few minutes to round a small coffee table, and when I felt like I had succeeded, I felt that weakness over my legs again. I didn't even realize that Christian was beside me, I just felt him suddenly holding me in place. "Careful," I knew he had a pretty good grip around my forearm, but every inch of my body felt almost numb. He held me in place for a second or two, before I saw him take one of my hands and turn my palm. "What is this? Did you need Lana's blood for this?" I looked up at him just to see this serious expression on his eyes, furrowed brows, before he looked back at Amelia. I realized that in fact that what I felt during the spell, but Amelia didn't even get close to my hand with the knife. I mean, that was the hand I was holding her with. "No." She was quick to answer as she stood up. "Then why is she cut?" There was that same coldness, that sharpness in his voice, and I knew Christian didn't care, but he needed me unharmed. He thought I knew more, and I knew he needed every little source for information he could get. But we found the necklace now. I don't understand what the concern and buzz was all about. Amelia glanced at both her palms and her right one was stained with my blood. It didn't hurt anymore, it just burned a little, but was it possible for me to get a magic cut? "What do you mean she's cut?" Calliope's voice interrupted my thoughts as she walked towards me and Christian. She looked at my hand, before looking back at Amelia. Then she just glanced at me, and took a few steps towards the armchair. "What?" Amelia insisted on Calliope, wanting to know what she was thinking. She seemed pretty lost in her own thoughts, starting from the way she slowly walked, to the fact that she took a good hold of her head. Lets just say that it looked like she was extremely concerned. "Calliope, why is she cut at the same place I am?" Was that supposed to mean something? Witches were supposed to know their stuff, and this.. This was supposed to be familiar to them, right? Calliope looked up from her hands, before leaning back on the chair. "There must be a mistake," She said, exhaling a soft breath. "I mean, you did the spell right, but you probably did it a different way." I glanced at Amelia the same time she glanced at me. We both knew very well that what happened before and during the spell. I mean, I knew very little, but I was sure she didn't even get close to my hand with a knife. Besides we were cut on the same hand. Left. Was that supposed to mean something? Silence fell over a few seconds and all of us seemed to look towards Calliope for answers. "You did the spell pretty quickly.. And energy like that," She stopped, almost like she was still processing it herself. "As quick as that.. It can only be channeled by a blood link." Right. So the necklace was connected to Amelia's blood.. What did it have to do with me? "What do you mean?" I heard Christian ask, but she didn't seem so sure to continued. Either way, she did.. "I mean, signs like that," She gestured towards my hand, the one that was cut at the exact same place Amelia was. "It shows that they're linked. By blood." I looked down at my hand, and I was starting to get those bad butterflies in my stomach.. That anxiety kicked in so fast, that I had trouble processing her words. "It's common for blood relatives."