“If you kill me then you won’t be able to find your talisman.” I said and the corner of her lips lifted.
“I don’t need him to find the talisman,” she busied herself with scattering a few herbs, “I can just creep into his mind and get it- I already know his name. But I do need him to give it to me.”
“If I die he won’t give it to you.”
“Actually he will,” she smirked, “You see, we did a blood oath where as long as I do everything in my power to break your bond then I can take the talisman. If you die or not it doesn’t matter; I did my end of the bargain so I get the talisman.”
I gaped at how nonchalant she looked about the whole thing, “You’re crazy.”
She gasped in mock hurt, “I just like to have a little fun sometimes.”
“Does breaking a mating bond sound like fun to you?
