Pact of Blood
همس الخواطر my coldhearted husband’s regretthe monster duke mistook me for his wifemy wife is the demon queenthe heiress blacklisted her husband
He stood perfectly still, his back to them.
As they approached, he turned. His face was a featureless mask of smooth gray stone, yet his eyes were unmistakable—yellow, glowing with the malice of the Void, identical to the eyes of the Stalkers.
“He’s not a Stalker,” Dave whispered, his hand hovering over his blade.
“He’s... a vessel.”
The figure moved, not by walking, but by shifting through the air, his movements erratic. Then, a second figure emerged from the fog and a third.