Thor

ncing, monstrous shadows on the stone walls. I could feel his contempt rolling off him

his rejection, the bond between us was a thread worn so thin it was nearly t

cal wing, and the sharp, clean scent

here

dressed in black tactical pants and a simple grey t-shirt that did nothing to hide the powerful muscles of his ch

ded on me. He looked at me not as a per

y, discolored wound marred the skin of her forearm-a silver wound. She met my gaze, a flas

inter wind. "Seraphina needs a blood transfusion. The silver poisoning

meted. I knew w

oid of emotion. "Your blood, Elara. You may not be worthy of t

had cast me aside, sentenced me to a slow death, and now he want

n my mind, but her rage wa

I whispered, the wo

't make use of you. You owe me this. If it wasn't for your family's politica

d off to the side, their heads bowed. I saw Clara dart a l

on hanging in the sky like a silver medallion. His eyes had been bright

ne and winter storms. Now, all I cou

the precious little energy I had left. I walked silent

ssion quickly hardened back into one of disgust. He probably tho

hands trembling. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

ed out of me, filling the plastic bag. The blood was a deep crimson, but within it,

ed over me, and the chil

rew fainter and f

Seraphina, his icy expression melting into one of t

Clara shakily re

ion went dark. My body felt impossibly he

sciousness fled was Seraphina's w

eel better