Chapter 258 Blood Bonded Ch3

• The first time she sees it — really sees it — is when he drags her down the hall after. Her pulse is still fluttering raw under the fresh scab of his bite, her wrists red from the rope. She should feel weak, boneless. She does. But not enough to stop her legs trembling when his palm cups the back of her neck, guiding her like prey through the hush of his ancient house.
• The mirror is older than both of them — older than her family’s name. It stands crooked in a dark alcove by his chamber door, the silver backing half-eaten with time. She’s seen her reflection there before — shy glimpses of a girl trying not to look too long at the bruises his mouth leaves behind.
• But tonight is different. Tonight, he wants her to see everything.