The Dreamweaver’s Deadly Reckoning
My blood-bonded mate lied to me.
He said our bond—a bond of centuries—was fading.
It was all for his new lover, Josie.
He wanted to let her play princess. He denied me my rightful place.
I was walking down a hall lined with ancient tapestries when I heard Josie’s voice, sweet and laced with venom.
“Darling, if you make me your princess, just for a little while, can you taste me every night? But… won’t that old relic Lydia get suspicious? Your bond has lasted three centuries, after all.”
“What can she do? She can’t leave this castle, and she needs my blood to survive.”
Milton’s voice dripped with contempt. “That fool, Lydia. I told her the bond was fading, and she actually believed our connection was broken. Even if she knew the truth, she’d just hand over the Eternal Chalice without a fight and go back to being a quiet little Dreamweaver. You’re the only princess in my heart, my little wildcat.”
I froze. And I let him believe his lie was safe.
Then, a pain sharp enough to kill a mortal ripped through my soul. The bond shattered.
I turned and melted into the shadows.
Let them think their little play is flawless.
They’ll soon find out what this “fool” is truly capable of.