Isolde's pale blue eyes held Adam's gaze, steady and unwavering despite the faint flush creeping up her neck. Her voice carried a note of careful resolve, as if she had been turning this offer over in her mind for longer than she cared to admit.
"I want to make a Bloodpact with you."
Adam blinked, his brow furrowing. He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. "Bloodpact? What's that?"
Isolde's flush deepened slightly. She looked away, her fingers curling into the fabric of her cloak. Her voice came out quieter, but still steady.
"It's a sacred ritual among vampires. A blood pact used to bind partners together—our souls become intertwined. We would be connected... for life."
Adam's eyebrows shot up. A slow, teasing grin spread across his face. His voice carried a note of playful disbelief.
"Hmmm? So you want me to be your partner?"
Isolde's head snapped toward him, her eyes blazing. Her voice rose, sharp and flustered.
