Feeder: Blood Contract

Feeder: Blood Contract

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Oct 28, 2022
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Paranormal
"Danger lurks beneath the veil of ignorance." Avalon was a woman with a past who sought anonymity in the dark city of Vale, she had been living a slow and quiet life and she was so close to touching her dreams or so she thought. Only to be deceived, abducted, beaten, and almost killed when a different kind of knight cloaked in shadows unwittingly saved her life. "You are mine now, you are nothing, a speck of dust, a bothersome insect waiting to be crushed under the heel of my boot," he grinned and the light glinted off his teeth. "Nobody cares for you, nobody is looking for you for as far as the world is concerned you are dead and nobody mourns your death." Trapped and caught between the seams of lies, the otherworldly truth begins to unravel and Avalon doesn't know whether to believe or if she must be losing her mind.
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