Under an oath, we made the blood bargain.
Rion took out a small dagger, its blade curved, its hilt adorned with strange etchings that looked older than the Undercity itself. Without hesitation, he dragged the sharp edge across his palm.
Dark blood welled instantly, glistening under the starlight lantern.
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting, but I forced myself to do the same.
The sting was sharp, hot, and the blood pooled quickly. For a fleeting second, I thought about what this meant… that I was binding myself to him in the most dangerous way possible.
But I had no choice didn't I?
"You will protect yourself by doing this too. You will not be harmed under his protection. Everything else matters less," Leika said.
We raised our hands and pressed our palms together, blood mingling. Rion's hand was warm, his grip firm but not too tight, and his held mine.
Together, we muttered the holy words of the blood bargain.
