The Traitor's Price

Elira

The cold night air stung my lungs hard, but all I truly felt was the raw fire in my veins now. My wrist throbbed where the cursed blood bond faintly pulsed beneath my skin, a constant reminder: no matter how far I truly tried to pull away, I simply could not escape him.

Wane. He instantly stood there under the pale glow of the sun. His figure was outlined by shadows, his smirk sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence between us. Every single instinct in me ...