Chapter 827 Blood As The Key

• "From the instant I met you—" Moira's words slid out in a ragged whisper, "my soul insisted that, with you in my grasp, every wish I have ever prayed for would finally come true. "Back in Fechel Mansion," she went on, voice quivering like a candle guttering in the wind, "I caught the faintest trace of your blood. In that single breath, I knew—no other blood on earth smells like this. Exactly the same scent as his! Your blood carries the key that opens the buried secret, and that secret is... immortality."
• On the last forbidden word, she lifted her head. Her entire frame shuddered, torn between terror, ecstasy, and a hunger so naked it seemed to pulse under her skin."
• Annabeth regarded her with cool detachment, silently wondering whether the woman was a charlatan selling visions for coin.