The Valkyrie's Questions
"Let's shake on it." Victor extended his hand that bore the fresh knife cut.
Seeing this, Eon knew what he needed to do.
Using the knife Victor handed him, he lightly cut the palm of his own right hand as well, and their hands clasped.
Blood touched blood.
A pact sealed.
The amber lamps trembled softly as if the fire itself bore witness.
Victor's voice came low and final.
"The pact has been formed. Your life and everything else is now mine. If you breach this contract formed by blood, then expect to lose everything you have."
Silence followed.
Not ordinary silence.
The kind that comes after fate changes shape.
Even the hardened men gathered along the chamber walls seemed unwilling to breathe too loudly.
Eon had not merely pledged service.
He had offered eternity.
And everyone present knew it.
Lane's dark eyes lingered on Victor with something like awe hidden beneath possessive affection.
Videl watched with a strange fierce pride.
