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“Only if you promise to save some of that intensity for me later,”she said.
“Deal,” I said, loving that we were truly connected in every possible way now.
Finally, the witches broke their huddle, their eyes piercing me as they turned to face me. They remained guarded, but a slight change in the atmosphere suggested they were giving my offer more thought.
“Let’s say we accept your proposal,” the leader said. “What guarantee do we have that you’ll actually follow through on your end of the bargain?”
“Once the blood oath is made,” I said, “I’ll begin transferring the assets and funds to you immediately. You have my word.”
The witches shared another look. The tension in the air was palpable as they took their time, mulling over my offer.
“Very well,” the leader of the coven said at last, her gaze meeting mine. “We accept your terms, Ridge Blackwood. Let’s make this blood oath.”
Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. This was just the first step in ensuring a safer future for all supernaturals. I made a solemn promise to see it through to the end.
The coven leader led us all back to one of their suites. I followed, feeling relief and trepidation. We were about to bind the witches to their promise to end their alliance with the hunter factions. As we approached the suite, I stepped in front of Tori, Kyle, and Audrey, determined to ensure there were no traps waiting for us inside.
“Stay here,” I muttered. “I’ll check it out.”
Pushing open the door, I scanned the room cautiously, my senses on high alert. The suite seemed unassuming enough, a tasteful blend of modern and vintage décor, with no signs of any magical traps or hidden threats. Satisfied that it was safe, I gestured for the others to follow me inside.
As we entered, the witches carried on with their superficial small talk, discussing the latest fashion trends and gossipingabout the lives of the rich and famous, their words tinged with mockery and disdain. It astonished me that these women, who possessed such immense power, found pleasure in such trivial concerns.
“Enough chatter,” the coven’s leader said, clapping her hands, cutting through the idle conversation. “Let’s get this blood oath started.”
They began drawing intricate symbols on the floor while pulling out an assortment of odd ingredients from their bags. A heavy silence descended upon the room as they prepared for the ritual, and I could sense the mounting anticipation. This was it—the pivotal moment that would begin to safeguard the well-being of innumerable supernatural beings.
“Ridge, stand beside us,” the leader instructed.
I took my place next to them, watching intently as they each sliced their palms, allowing their blood to drip onto the strange concoction before them. The air crackled with energy as they recited the ancient words of the blood oath, binding themselves to their promise never to aid the hunters, in any form, ever again.
“Your turn.”
I hesitantly accepted the ceremonial knife, feeling its weight in my hand. In that brief moment of hesitation, I realized the weight of my decision and how it would impact not just me, but the entire supernatural community.
I sliced my palm. There was no turning back now. My blood mingled with theirs, sealing the vow and solidifying our agreement. The air hummed with the power of the binding magic, and an immense sense of relief washed over me.
“Are there any other hostile witches we need to worry about?” I asked, seeking confirmation that this would truly be the end of the hunter threat.
“Only Giselle Haagen,” the leader said. “She was cast out for using so much black magic that she became addicted. She has no coven.”
The coven leader handed me a small slip of paper. “My email address for future communications. Remember, if we don’t receive everything you promised by the end of next month, we’ll come to Blackwood Creek and curse you and your loved ones.”
I met her gaze. “I’ll begin transferring the money, assets, and everything else as soon as I can.”
Seeming satisfied with that, the witches ushered us out of the room without further ceremony. The moment we were across the threshold, the door slammed behind us.
Leaning against the wall in the hallway, I heaved a sigh of relief. The meticulous planning, the blood oath, and the intricate bargaining had all paid off. Our efforts had brought about a new sense of safety in the supernatural world, unlike anything seen in generations.
Even though my family’s dark legacy still haunted me, I’d used the dirty money to start making things right. I was making progress towards redemption. Our focus would now shift to Giselle, who stood as the sole threat from the witches we had to contend with.
“Let’s get back to Blackwood Creek,” I said, looking at Tori, Audrey, and Kyle with renewed determination. Despite the progress we’d made today, there was still more work to be completed.
We boarded the private jet that would take us back to Pennsylvania. As we soared through the sky, I gazed out the window, watching the clouds drift lazily below us.
Tori reached over and squeezed my hand. “You did it, Ridge. You’ve helped so many supernaturals today. We’re one step closer to ending this war with the hunters.”
Warmth spread through me, a proud reminder of our accomplishments. Our actions had given countless beings a better chance at survival. No matter what challenges lay ahead, we were strong enough to face them.
