Blood Fued
Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes.
“Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade.
With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'
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