A Contract Written in Blood [Part-2]
"This…"
He gestured lightly toward the floating parchments.
"…is a usual blood contract."
A pause.
"You all know what that is so why asked?"
Silence.
Not the calm kind.
Not the respectful kind.
This one—
Was heavy.
Sharp.
Uncomfortable.
No one moved.
No one reached for the parchment in front of them.
They only looked.
At it.
At Leon.
At each other.
The air itself felt tight, like something unseen had wrapped around the room and refused to let go.
The parchments hovered in place, faintly glowing—each one waiting, each one patient.
Leon didn't push.
Didn't rush.
He simply stood there, gaze steady, watching them the same way a king watches a battlefield before the first strike.
But they weren't soldiers right now.
They were something else.
And that made this harder.
Mia's fingers curled slightly at her sides, knuckles faintly whitening. She kept her eyes on the parchment in front of her, but didn't dare reach for it.
