The court of blood and binding would never be the same.
But as the binding shattered like glass in her chest, Kaelen realized with terrible clarity: she did not want to leave. court of blood and bindings vk
He blinked. “What?”
“Kaelen,” Riven said, and her name in his mouth was a velvet trap. “Come forward.” The court of blood and binding would never be the same
Her legs obeyed. Not because she wanted to, but because the binding hummed low in her throat, a command disguised as a suggestion. She walked down the central aisle, past the sneering consorts and the fanged courtiers who drank from crystal goblets of wine that was too red to be grape. “What
She was a vessel . Bound to his will. She could not lie to him, could not raise a hand against him, could not walk more than a league from the court without her veins turning to ice.
He laughed—a real laugh, hollow and tired. “Monster. Yes. I’ve been called worse by better people. But I did not choose to bind you, Kaelen. Your father chose. I merely accepted payment for a debt older than your kingdom.”