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Tavon
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I wake up the next morning and find Oriayen sitting up in a bed stained with his own blood. Before I can even get my thoughts together, I gasp in such shock that I’m forced to watch as he runs one of his knives in a circular pattern through his skin, cutting deep as he goes before he turns out to carve an intricate pattern across his arm. His other arm is covered in a sarashi wrap that’s faintly coated in dark red.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask and move to stop him.
Oriayen brushes me away with his hand and glares back through narrowed eyes and from a face that’s bright red. “I have to find a way to protect you that I deem to be adequate. You formed a blood oath with me, so, if I’m going to keep at least one promise to myself, it’ll be to protect someone whose l
