Page 44 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“So all I have to do to honor it is tell you about my visions and go with you to see seers?”
“Yes. And I’d do the same, plus lay down my life to protect you.”
Her eyes narrow, searching mine as if she wants to ask more of me, but isn’t sure how to ask it. “And you promise not to use your mind control on me.”
I wouldn’t anyway, so it’s an easy yes. “I promise not to use my mind control on you.”
She thinks as if she is searching for one last thing to ask me. Her brows furrow, and the lines at the corners of her eyes deepen. “You also have to promise not to kill Ambrose.”
I flip us back around so she’s straddling me, and I can look deep into her eyes, searching for the reason for her ask.Is it because she’s still in love with him or because she wants to kill him herself?
I can’t see the answer there, but she has the upper hand in the negotiations. She knows I’ll agree to any of her terms because I’m desperate to break the curse. She saw a little bit of the reason for that desperation tonight, but not enough to fully understand.
“I promise not to kill Ambrose as long as our deal lasts,” I add.
She purses her lips, but then nods, her long hair sweeping over her shoulder and brushing against my chest as she does.
“Now what?”
I lift her left hand from where it’s gripping the armrest, my eyes never leaving hers as I lift her index finger to my lips.
“Can I prick your finger with my fang to draw blood for the deal?”
“Yes.”
I nick her finger against my fang before doing the same to my own finger. I hold out my finger, giving her one last chance to back away from our deal. She doesn’t hesitate. She smashes her finger against mine, our blood mixing together.
“I will honor the deal and terms we have agreed to with each other until my dying breath,” I say.
“I will help you break the curse as long as I’m breathing,” she says.
A jolt sparks between us as the magic mixes and seals us together, like a shockwave running through our bodies.
She yanks her hand back.
“What the hell?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Sorry, I should have prepared you for that.”
“I thought you weren’t a witch?”
“I’m not.”
“Then how?” She stares at her finger, then mine.
“When two magical creatures enter into a deal like this, magic is formed.”
“But I’m not—”
I shake my head. “The universe thinks you are still a wolf shifter, even if you can’t control your wolf yourself.”
Her eyes widen.
“Do you regret our deal yet, snow wolf?”
“No.” Her eyes twinkle at me, and my heart skips a beat. I’m terrified I’m going to live long enough to regret it, though.
Chapter 12
