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Sekhmet could smell every wounded person around him as if they were standing directly beneath his nose. The blood on Stephen's face smelled different from the others. It was richer, heavier, and filled with divine power. Even Elena's blood inside her wounds called to him. Sofia's and Natasha's blood did the same, although the connection between them and Sekhmet made the feeling slightly different.
His throat became dry.
His heartbeat grew heavier.
Sekhmet kept his attention on Elena.
The dark crimson blood floating above his palm moved toward the open wound across her stomach. Elena did not step away. She remained completely still and allowed the blood to enter.
The moment the first drop crossed into her body, her expression changed.
Her divine blood reacted violently.
