#Chapter 87: The Blood Oath

Aria The room went dead silent after Wendy’s suggestion. Even the fire seemed to crackle a little less in the fireplace as her words sank in. “A human, making a blood oath?” one of the elders sputtered, incredulous. “You have my utmost respect, Wendy, but that is simply unheard of!” “Not only is it unheard of, but it is utterly impossible,” another elder sneered, curling his lip at me. “Humans don’t have the magic for such things.” “And they lack the integrity for it,” Charles added, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest as a smug grin spread across his face. “A blood oath requires one to be pure of heart, and humans are liars by nature. Everyone knows that.” A ripple of laughter broke out across the table at that. It wasn’t the kind of laughter that eased my tension, not by a long shot. They were mocking me. I shrank a little in my chair, gripping the edge of my chair to ground myself. Darren’s hand twitched beside me, his