Two distinct voices are heard: Venator Martin and Charles Force, Regis.» Venator Martin: She has taken the bait. Charles Force: Are you perfectly sure? VM: Yes. There is no doubt in my mind that she will attempt to perform the Incantation Demonata. CF: But a mere child to dabble with such dark magic. Perhaps if you could reveal her to me…. VM: You know I cannot speak her name until it is confirmed at trial, Regis. But do not worry, I will not allow her to complete the spell. CF: But you must. VM: Excuse me, Regis? I do not understand. CF: It is a test, Venator. The Incantation must be performed. If she fails, you will take up the blade and draw your own blood. VM: The Committee knows of this? The Conclave approves? CF: Do not worry about the Conclave. This is my business. The Venators are loyal to me, are they not? VM: But Regis-the Incantation. Are you sure? CF: I am. When the time comes, do it. On my order. Seventeen When Bliss was growing up, her family lived in one of those mega-mansions that were ubiquitous in River Oaks, a wealthy Houston suburb.
