Court Of Blood And Bindings Vk -

“We all are, little bird.” He pressed the flat of the quartz blade to her palm. “Which is why I need your blood willingly. Not by command. Not by binding. Willingly .”

“Then release me.”

“You’re afraid,” Riven observed softly. His thumb brushed her jaw, and she hated the way her skin warmed at the touch. “Good. Fear keeps the blood hot.” court of blood and bindings vk

Riven rose. He was taller than memory allowed, and when he stepped down, the torches flickered as if bowing. He circled her slowly, the claws of his gauntlets grazing the air near her throat. “We all are, little bird

“What do you want from me?” she whispered. Not by binding

“No,” she said.

Kaelen had learned to breathe it without flinching. After three years as a ward of the Night Prince, small horrors lost their sting. But tonight, the great hall was fuller than she had ever seen. Chandeliers of black iron held flames that burned violet, casting long, hungry shadows across the marble floor. Nobles in crimson silks and barbed silver masks watched her with eyes that gleamed like coins at the bottom of a well.