Blood match
The contract was signed, the deed done.
On the other end of the line, Elijah responded with a dry chuckle.
“Congratulations, little brother,” he said, voice muffled by the static. “You just bought yourself a blood paramour.” His words hung in the air, as if they carried a weight beyond their casual tone, a dark humor that only he could wield with such ease.
Paramour, old language meaning pet.
“Elijah,” I said, voice echoing in the quiet room.
“What?” came the gravelly reply, impatience edging his tone.
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