Blood Contract

" You should not be then." Layla's voice was a whip of sword, slicing through the night.

The firelight danced across her face as she goggled at the figure standing just beyond its light. The people behind her were tense, ready to attack at her word, but she raised a hand, averting them. This was n't an ordinary enemy.

The man before her took a slow step forward, his movements deliberate, as if testing the weight of her words. His dark eyes glistered with something ...