From His Shield to His Nightmare
He pulled an ancient, heavy insignia carved from human bone from his coat and slammed it against the wall next to my head.
The “First Blood Vow” sigil of the guardian family.
"Your ancestors begged mine for the gift of long life," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "They swore a blood oath. Your life, your loyalty, everything about you… belongs to the Thorne clan! It belongs to me!”
I stared at the sigil, my blood turning to ice.
“You’re using my ancestors’ oath against me?” I asked hoarsely.
“If it’s the only way to make you obey!” He picked up the sigil, his eyes turning cold again. “Alaina, don’t forget, your family’s near-immortal life is a gift from my ancestors. If you dare break your vo