The air swirled, charged with the residual vitality of the blood oath. Ezra stared at his hand, knowing he'd made the deal with the devil and it would not be without consequences.
He watched as Ivo walked to the large office desk of the CEO, pulled open a drawer, rooted inside of it and pulled out a glass bottle.
Blood wine.
This bottle was different from the usual ones. It had golden labels and the glass was a green so dark, it was a shade away from being fully black.
"Doesn't this call for a celebration?" Ivo asked as he pulled out two glasses.
He gestured to the bottle as he popped the cork. "The second most expensive and technically illegal blood to bottle. I almost lost a leg to get this." He joked. "It was worth it, okay?"
"What type of blood is it?" Ezra asked as he walked closer, trying to distract himself from what he just walked into.
