Bloodline Secrecy: A Young Adult Urban Fantasy Academy Novel (Bloodline Academy Book 2) Lan Chan (pdf e book reader .TXT) đ
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He smiled at me. Had he smiled at the people he sacrificed before he performed those rituals? âYouâre the little girl with the demon blade?â Skander asked.
I couldnât say a word. It wasnât fear that stopped me so much as incredulity. Never in a million years would I have imagined being in a prison with a serial killer. In this dimension or the human one. It took me a while to remember that there had been plenty of sick people in Nannaâs psychiatric hospital. Lots of those people had killed as well.
âMy shackles,â Skander said. Heâd tried to stand but found he was too weak to do so without the balance of his arms. Giselle grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him up. Though she wasnât nearly as tall as he was, she was clearly sporting some serious muscle.
Rather than continue to stand, Skander used the change of position to sit down cross-legged. âCome on then,â he said. âAt least bring me the blade so I can see what weâre dealing with.â
I straightened my back and stepped forward. Kai wouldnât allow anything to happen to me. I knew that without a shadow of a doubt. Even without our fraught relationship he wouldnât let anyone under his care come to harm. Still I catalogued everything in front of me. I used a trick Basil had taught me to watch for changes in energy level.
There was a dark ring of what felt like shadows around Giselle and the other two guards in the room. The circle I drew around them flickered. It must be hell to constantly be around criminals. Especially magical ones.
I didnât even need the circle to see how listless Skander was. He might talk a big game, but he was tired. At least physically.
I crouched down a metre away from him. Gingerly, I drew the demon blade from behind my back and laid it out in between us. Close enough that he could see it. Not close enough for him to reach it. Not that he would be able to with his hands bound behind his back.
Skander leaned forward a little. I tensed.
It was slightly comforting to see Giselle didnât move an inch. I had a feeling if she were ever scared, we were all in for it.
âInteresting,â Skander said. âThis is not its original form.â
âHow in the world do you know that?â
He smirked. âI donât think you would want to know, kitten.â
I let the nickname slide on account of my memory dredging up the reason why he was able to know things about the demonic world that most of us couldnât.
âDo you ever feel anything when you touch the blade?â Skander asked. If his hands were free, I imagined he would be stroking his short beard. He had a kind of nervous tick about him. At the same time his accent was slightly lilting.
âNot really.â
âHas it never bonded with your blood?â
I reached out to touch the tip of the blade. Once upon a time that tip used to be a razor-sharp point that curled out into a wave. âIâve been stabbed with it.â
âBut you didnât give the blood willingly.â
âWhy the hell would I do that?â
âDemon blades are forged in blood. Right now, your blade doesnât know you. It still clings to the aura of its previous master.â
âYou talk about it like itâs alive.â
âWhy canât it be?â
I tapped at the metal. It made the usual hard metallic sound. âWhy donât you ask your guards whether they think of their swords as just instruments?â
âWeâre not talking about their blades.â He was dreaming if he thought I was going to let him segue into another topic that could lead to him learning something about Kai and Astridâs swords.
He smiled for real this time. âCautious little kitten.â When he tried to shuffle forward, Giselle put out her foot to block his way.
âClose enough,â she said.
He sat back heavily.
âHow do I know what youâre telling me is the truth?â I said.
âYouâll just have to take my word for it.â
I glanced up at Giselle. âIsnât there something you can give him to make him truthful?â
âMaybe,â she said. âTruth potions are distorted by what the user believes. Heâs insane enough to believe his own truths.â
âYouâre just going to have to do as I say,â Skander said.
I picked up the blade. Holding it out to him, I used the tip to tilt his head up. âIâm not doing anything you wouldnât do. You think I need to bleed?â
I nicked his cheek with the tip of the blade. The slash of blood wasnât deep but it was enough to drip onto the tip.
I watched, slightly nauseated as the blade absorbed the blood just as it had mine. There was a moment of stillness and then the blade began to smoulder. Streams of smoke hissed from the metal. The blade turned dull. It started to rattle against my hand.
I wasnât sure how, but an image ripped into my mind. One of the sword biting into Skanderâs neck. It pierced him right through the voice box. It was almost like it had gotten a taste of his blood and wanted more. The tugging became urgent.
The blade almost jumped out of my hands. I clamped down hard and dragged it back.
âBlue...â
Kai was suddenly right behind me.
âIâm fine.â I bit my bottom lip. The circle happened immediately. They were always my go to. I sliced open the skin of my pointer finger. Using the knowledge of binding blood magic Basil had taught me, I drew a circle at the hilt.
âGood girl,â Skander said. âBrand it. Make it yours.â It was by far the creepiest thing Iâd ever heard.
âShut up!â Kai snapped.
âKai,â I said. The sword tried to pivot in his direction. âStep back.â
I didnât have the presence of mind to check if
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