Grace stared at Mabuz as she rubbed her hand along her pants. “I don’t understand.” Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand what had happened. Mabuz simply smiled, “Blood contract. It’s simple really, I take your blood, and you belong to me.” He shrugged his shoulder as he stood up, “You might want to put the blankets back on this bed,” He picked up the old pillow, “Unless you want me in your bed.”
Grace snatched the pillow from his hand and picked up the blankets, “Do you need to be here?” She walked to the bed and began making it, unsure as to why. Mabuz watched her as she bent over the bed to tuck the blankets around the corners, “Protection doesn’t work if I’m not here to actually protect you. You would think you would have learned something living with that Nephilim.”
Grace sto
