"What should we do now?" Maxwell asked, his gaze fixed on Addison as though awaiting her command.
Addison's eyes swept over the unconscious dark fairies, then to the Night Walkers outside, growing more frenzied with every passing second. Her attention shifted to the glowing orb before her, the Light Fairy's Core. She had no idea how to form a contract with it; no instructions had been left behind before it went quiet.
Then a thought struck her. Most contracts between different species were forged through a Blood Pact. It was a gamble, but it was the only thing she could think of.
Drawing a knife, she sliced her palm, warm blood welling up before she pressed her hand firmly against the orb, closing her eyes in concentration. But no connection came. The light inside the orb flickered, weakening, fading, and her heart clenched with urgency.
