Page 89 of Blood Bonds

“No, Nessa, don’t you dare fucking do it!”

I closed my eyes against the pain ripping me apart, only able to tell him,

“I’m sorry, I have no choice.”

“Who is making you do this!? We will find them. We will make them pay for this but please, baby,don’t fucking do this,”Tal tried, making Victor snarl,

“You have no fucking idea what would happen if that got into the wrong hands… it… fuck, girl, but it would destroy everything!”

I flinched at that, hating that he was right. But what other choice did I have? Perhaps after this was all over, I would have a way of making this all right. But for now, I really didn’t have a choice.

“I will make this right, I swear it… open the case,” I stated, making them suck in an astonished breath as the dagger’s case opened. I then reached for it, unable to stop the shiver I felt when coming into contact with it. Like it was trying to communicate something to me. Connecting to a deeper part of my soul and recognizing something within me.

“What is it… you feel something, don’t you?” Victor asked, his voice slightly panicked now as the realization of what was about to happen was getting closer.

Making me tell him on a shuddered breath,

“I wished more than anything I was what you wanted me to be.That I could have been what you both hoped for, and for that I am truly sorry. But I hope you find her one day. That you find your Fated, because only then I will know that I did the right thing. Only then will I know that my heart was the only one I sacrificed…goodbye, Talon, goodbye, Victor,”I said, now leaving them and telling the room,

“No one will hear them until I am long gone from this place, nor will anyone stop me from leaving. My freedom will be granted by everyone on this estate.”

Then I was forced with tears of utter heartbreak to walk away. Doing so to the sounds of two furious Vampires who pretty soon, I knew would forget this day.

They would forget me entirely.

And worst of all, they would…

Forget the heart that I gave them freely.

Chapter 32

The Price of Revenge

Vasileios

Time was everything.

An important lesson learned by my father and one I lived by. One that granted me my greatest weapon…

Patience.

But now that I could see the end of the road, I had to confess that even this had its limits. Limits the witch, Circe, would soon learn for she tried this famous patience of mine for the last time. Hence why I had my darkness transport me inside her store, one which was a ruse for the plans I had put into place.

Circe owed me a life debt, and it was one I had purposely not collected on as of yet. Because she had better uses to me. Better uses than that of just another dead soul gathered to feed the darkness within.

Souls and blood, that was what I dealt in.

Her blood I had tasted, her soul I owned. Just like many before her. The only difference was that this one came with a price she bargained for.

The Erebus family dagger.

It was all I wanted. All I craved to possess.

And soon it would be mine. Time, once again, would be on my side.

“Why do I get the impression you are stalling for time, Circe?” I asked, my intention to scare her like I did most people with my formidable presence. The scream of fright she emitted was almost worth the grin.

“My lord Vasileios!” Her voice already grated on me, for I had no time for her shrill tone.

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