A Contract With My Demon
The word on her throat had changed again.
It no longer said THE END OF VANE.
It said: ETERNAL.
Vane held her tightly, his head resting against hers. He was shaking, his body radiating a heat that was almost unbearable.
“Is it over?” Elara whispered.
“The crisis is over,” Vane said, his voice a hoarse wreck. “But the Covenant is permanent. We are linked now, Elara. Your heart beats with mine. If I die, you die. If you bleed, I feel the pain.”