Indulgence?
635 Words
ELENA'S (POV)
We had tried everything—rituals, cursed maps, cryptic dreamwalkers—but the bond still pulsed between me and Logan like a stubborn second heart.
Tonight, Luther walked into the room with his jaw tense, holding a scroll that looked too old to exist.
“Elena,” he said solemnly, “there’s one surefire way to break a Blood Moon bond.”
I turned toward him, hopeful. “What is it?”
“I told you, You have to die.”
My blood ran cold. “What?” I whispered.
Logan stood up so fast the chair behind him screeched. “Luther—”
“I’m not saying we’re doing it,” Luther cut in quickly, hands raised. “I’m saying that’s what the old lore says. Only death can sever a bond like this. But—”
He reached into his coat and unrolled a different scroll, etched with shimmering ink.
“I found an alternate way. I might know an alternate way out, but the answer might come at a price."
"I'm ready to pay then. Because... this blood-bond needs to end." Logan said.
"There’s a place— Indulgence."
"Indulgence the club?" Logan said
"It’s not just a club. It’s a gateway. Beneath it is a sealed cave… one of the few places Death himself has walked.”
Logan’s voice was sharp. “How do we get in?”
Luther smirked. “You don’t ask. You pay. And show proof you belong.”
“I’ll pay anything,” Logan said, without hesitation. “Just tell me what it takes.”
Something in his voice cracked my heart a little. Not because he wanted the bond gone—but because he was trying to protect me from what it was doing to us.
Or maybe from what it was making us feel.
I nodded slowly. “Then let’s find this club.”
But deep down… something else was rising inside me.
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LATER THAT NIGHT
I couldn’t sleep. Again.
I lay in the dark, my window cracked open, letting the night wind wrap around me.
And then it happened.
My chest began to warm—not like fever, but like something was blooming under my skin. A faint golden glow shimmered under my ribs, pulsing gently like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.
I gasped, sitting up.
The bond wasn’t active. Logan wasn’t dreaming. I knew the difference now. This was something else.
I rushed to the mirror, pulling up my shirt slightly.
Nothing.
Then—a flicker.
Just for a second, the faint shape of something delicate and glowing shimmered across my side. Like the outline of wings—but not wings I could move. Wings made of light.
They vanished as fast as they came. I backed away from the mirror, trembling.
“What the hell is happening to me?"
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That night, sleep found me in fragments.
In my dream, I stood at the entrance of a cave, its mouth dark and cold as the end of time. The wind whispered my name—not in Logan’s voice, not in Luther’s.
In mine. Like I was calling myself home.
I stepped forward, and the walls of the cave lit with golden veins—like the ones I’d seen on Logan’s skin once when the bond flared, but brighter, older, and inside me.
At the end of the cave stood a figure in black, his face hidden, a silver scythe glowing faintly beside him.
He raised one skeletal hand.
“Elena,” he said, not unkindly. “You’re closer than you think.”
I gasped—
And woke up breathless, the bond humming faintly between me and Logan in the room next door.
But for once… the real question wasn’t about the bond.
It was about me. What was I becoming?
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