Chapter 79 Blood Oaths
- The moon had barely begun to sink below the horizon when the call came.
- Amara was draped across black silk sheets, her bare leg hooked over Lucien’s waist, both of them slick with sweat and the remains of a night spent in worship and warfare. Her head rested on his chest, eyes closed, until the subtle buzz of her encrypted phone shattered the stillness.
- Lucien stirred beneath her. “Don’t answer it.”