"Honesty." His voice rolled low, velvet laced with something sharper. A smirk tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth. "A bold demand."
"I can do a blood bargain with you, if I must," I said with all the grit I could muster.
Blood bargains were rare, desperate measures among wolf shifters. They bound two souls together with a vow that couldn't be broken. Not without death clawing for the one who failed. To even suggest it meant I was willing to put my life against his word.
His eyes narrowed, the faint gleam of crimson deepening.
Then, to my surprise, a soft laugh stirred from his lips, dangerous in its quietness.
"So interesting," he said, more to himself than to me. "How bold you've become, when not so long ago you were resigned to your fate."
Heat pricked at my skin, though the air was cold.
Because he was right.
