The Billionaire’s Blood-Oath Bride
If she didn't complete the blood-oath now, if she didn't press the obsidian stone into his heart, the reconstruction wouldn't even have to kill him, the ocean would do the job for him.
The girl from the tank appeared out of the shadows of the flooding corridor, her black, obsidian skin blending into the darkness until only her glowing eyes were visible, she didn't move toward the reconstruction, instead, she stood between the two men, her head tilting with a chilling, mechanical curiosity. She looked at Verina, then at the ring, and then at the two faces of Silas Vane, her mouth curving into a slow, terrifying smile that suggested she was the one who had finally designed this trap.
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