Bound by Blood and Betrayal
“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”
Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away.
Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together.
The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.
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