Spicy Hot
"Mademoiselle Leroy, Your presence is required tomorrow, 8 p.m., at the Manor of Mist. We will discuss the terms for settling your debt. Do not be late: K."
K. Kassian. A name I had never heard before my father's bankruptcy collapsed upon us like a tomb. Before I became the currency of exchange.
My heart beats an erratic rhythm against my ribs. This is madness. Going there alone is walking straight into the wolf's jaws. But seeing my mother, shattered, her eyes drained of all light after the creditors' announcement... that was worse. I have a debt. A debt of blood and tears. And he, Kassian, he proposed a solution. A solution that chills the blood.