Page 29 of The Faebound Trials (Mates and Madness: The Phantom Prince and The Bloodweaver #1)

Ellis

How could someone command their powers so easily while tethering in the boundaries of death?

Eversince Kell had told me there was someone new. I thought he was just curious. I thought he just found someone pretty enough to share with me.

When I saw Lowen, I thought she was simple, pretty.

Too tall for a girl, too thin to be a part of the Bloodweaver’s Order. Because all the children of the Elites were strong, powerful, and healthy.

Lowen was different. She was too sickly and underweight. And she had the hollows of someone who had fought their whole lives just to survive.

Even her family name was never listed. No one knew where she came from. What family she belonged to.

But I was wrong, I had seen the way she commanded blood in the way only the elites could.

But how?

How was she able to access such untapped powers?

How was she able to control power on the verge of death, and the deadly entrancement of the fae poisoning her veins—for how long now?

Daine Rayal, one of the Founders of the Order, was able to master the trickiest way of bloodweaving after five years. Sanra, one of our oldest elites, was able to access such powers after ten years.

Kell mastered bloodweaving his whole life.

While it took me two years to master everything.

What Lowen did earlier? It took me an hour to weave my blood to keep myself warm the first time I’d tried it.

And she only did it in minutes, with entrancement air poisoning her body, and while tethering on the verge of death.

She was more than impressive.

Her talents were otherworldly, mind-blowing.

So how was it that we never knew someone with such talent? Such power that could’ve helped us from this fate?

It had taken us so much to listen and use your mind while losing your consciousness, it had taken us so much to fight off the pull of death.

Maybe she could do it.

Maybe she could help us.