The Crown Prince's eyes snapped open. What…?
Cold stone pressed against his back. His chest rose sharply as he sucked in a ragged breath, panic flooding him. He was alive. He could feel it. Pain screamed through every inch of his body, but pain meant existence.
That shouldn't have been possible. He clearly remembered the scythe of blood. The moment it came down. The absolute certainty of death.
A translucent blue panel flickered into existence in front of his eyes. It was a slave contract.
The Crown Prince looked up at Damon with an unreadable expression. "Don't look at me." Damon indifferently said.
"If it were up to me, I would have already killed you and moved on, but unfortunately, your sister still loves you even after you tried to kill her twice. What can I say, she is an idiot, but she is my idiot, so I have to entertain her wishes. Sign this, and you will live. Don't sign it, and you will die. Those are your two options."
