The Blood Bond

Summary

The night my seven-year Blood Pact with Lysander hit its climax, my body was wracked with the Curse. It felt like my veins were filled with razor blades.

I waited for him. He was late.

When he finally showed up at midnight, he wasn't alone. He was cradling an unconscious woman in his arms.

Curled in a ball of agony on the bed, I choked out his name. He ignored me completely, carrying her straight to his room and shouting for the old butler.

"Check her! Now! Make sure she's okay!"

I heard the butler, bless his soul, try to plead my case. Lysander cut him off, impatient.