Book 2: Chapter 33:

“He is baiting us.” Xadner gruffs, looking around for something more than the few droplets that linger on the ground.

“Or it’s someone else.” I mutter, focused on the way the blood seems different. Pinker, almost like paint from the store in shades lighter than blood red.

“Both of you are wrong,” Raine murmurs in thought, scooping up a leaf with some of it on it as she brings it closer to her nose