Page 107 of Hunt Me

He doesn’t answer.

“Legion,” I warn. “I’m serious.”

“I know,” he says finally. “Okay.”

“Promise me.”

He scowls. “I promise to take you with me.”

“Good,” I say, but my worry is a dark cloud that follows me all the way home. Without a blood vow, what will become of Legion? And what happens to us when my long yet mortal life comes to an end?

Kendall is waiting for me when I step inside my room. Her expression is tight, and I immediately tense.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I had a vision,” she says quietly.

“What was it about?”

“You. And Legion. There’s something dangerous about his blood, Tori. Something people will kill for.”

I sigh. “He told me about it earlier. His mom—who sounds like a real asshole by the way—used dark magic to invoke the need for him to be bound to a master if he wants to remain immortal.”

“What kind of binding?”

“One that makes him subservient to whoever rules him. Forcing him to obey their commands even against his will.”

She stares at me for a beat, not quite surprised but not reassured either. “The kind of commands that lead to wiping out entire armies?” she asks quietly.

I sigh. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Gods. His own mother did that to him?”

“I know. Trust me, if I ever meet her, I’m going to show her exactly what I think of her parenting choices.”

Kendall snorts. “What did Mom always say? Kill her with kindness?”

I grin. “Exactly.”

Her amusement fades quickly, replaced by that same worry from before. “Well, whatever this binding is, it puts him at risk. You’re not the only one being hunted, Tor.”

“What did you see?” I ask. “Is it Uziah?”

“Yes, but he’s not alone.”

“Who else?”

“I don’t know them, but… he faces them alone, Tor. And he loses.”

“He’s immortal,” I argue. “Unkillable. He can’t lose.”

Her gaze is haunted as she shakes her head. “There are worse things than death for someone like him.”

I shudder, thinking back to Legion’s promise to take me with him. Clinging to it. Especially now. “He’s not going alone,” I assure her.

But she doesn’t look relieved.

“Is there something else you’re not telling me?” I ask.

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