Chapter 257 Blood Bonded Ch2

• The next night, she knows before she knocks that the door will open for her. His scent drags her in first — woodsmoke, iron, the faint salt-blood sweetness she’s come to crave more than sleep. She should run — but her feet carry her in soft, bare, toes cold on his stone floor while her veins warm for him.
• He doesn’t greet her at the door. He waits — sprawled in the shadows of his bedroom, broad frame a dark cut against the old bed that has held countless bodies but never once kept one. Until her.
• “Come here, little lamb.”