The Widow’s Blood Debt
As we cruised over the arctic wasteland, I felt the remnants of our previous encounters rising like ghosts from the past, each one whispering warnings as they slithered through my mind.
My thoughts turned to our family, those we had lost, those we had betrayed, and those we had yet to reign in. The morality of our world was blurry, but it was a blur steeped in blood, my blood, Julian’s blood, and the blood of more than we could fathom. The complication of love intertwined with violence, power, ensnared by treachery. It all blended into a chaotic vision of destiny.