Bound In Blood
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I looked around at the sight before me, blood splattered every last inch of the dungeon room. This battle had not been an easy one, a bloodbath none the less. I could still feel their steely gazes resting on the back of my neck, I shivered. Approaching footsteps made me stiffen, preparing for another fight, but that was not so. He became visible in the door way, holding his hand out for me to take, expectant. I hesitated and he nodded, finally I let him lead me away from the dead bodies piling on the cold, marble floor.
Jade Taylor was 18, her summer after senior year was just beginning. She hadn't been close to her adoptive parents and boxes covered her new apartment floor. Her life had been a simple one up until the day she stumbled across Darian Davidson in a backwoods bar. Now she wasn't sure what she was or who she would turn out to be. She had the choice of light or dark, her choice could mean destruction. Now she's lost between harmful enemies, and a murderous new family.
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