Bab 705: Do not break the circle

The black trinket saved Dexter twice: once in that ambush orchestrated by Maximus and then tonight. He would've died the first time if not for it.

Aries already knew that, though. She was too emotional in the beginning, but later on, she felt it. Her powers. The aura of the black trinket was close and Dexter was surrounded by it. The very reason he was in a slumber. It was all because of her.

Aries followed Dexter and Joaquin's fierce battle. Her expression was dull and her complexion was as white as a sheet. Blood still dripped from her nose, unmoving. When she blinked, the battle she was watching to keep herself awake disappeared. 

Moving her eyes to the center of the banquet hall, the guests who were supposed to be poisoned were conscious. They were standing in the same place where they were initially unconscious, markings on their bodies were glowing underneath their clothes; they were chanting under their breaths, looking back at her.