Blood Pact by Nazri Noor (Darkling Mage Book 7)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 464 Kb
Blood Pact : Everyone is red on the inside.
The destruction of the Dark Room has locked away the Eldest forever… or so it seems. The Boneyard discovers a bloodthirsty cult desperate to bring back the Old Ones, and Dustin Graves rescues the strangest of sacrifices: a Welsh corgi.
Gods of legend covet the magical canine, and the Lorica gives chase, believing that Dustin’s heart still beats with the blood of shadows. But a second secret runs in his veins… a crimson contract, a pact sealed in blood, one that will draw terrifying enemies right to his doorstep.
“My mask was in the shape of a fox, because I’m sly, and cunning, and all those other words people use to describe roguishly handsome rascals like yours truly. Plus Herald said it made me look foxy, which is a word that rhymes with sexy, and I knew that was what he really meant, so I rolled with it. Five bucks at a costume store. Why the hell not, right?
Sterling stood at the base of the steps, looking like he’d been poured into his suit, which fit so supernaturally well on his slender frame. He wore a mask in the shape of a cat’s face. No real explanation required, honestly. Sterling’s basically a cat given human – well, vampiric form, as the case may be.
He tapped his foot impatiently on the marble, one hand pushed into his hip, the other held up to his face, like he was indicating an invisible watch to me.
“You’re late,” Sterling snarled. “I’ve burned through half a pack of cigarettes by now.”
“Sorry,” I said, skidding up to his side, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Sorry. Herald and I had a hard time picking out the right suit.”
“Right. If you say so.” Sterling’s eyes trailed up and down my body. “You look good, I have to admit.”
I grinned, taking the rare Sterling-brand compliment and shrugging. “I do, don’t I?” I adjusted my tie, smirking to myself. “Maybe I should dress up more often.”