You accidentally knocked over a few clothes in the wardrobe. Shin’s gaze snapped to the wardrobe, blood splattered across his pale skin and dripping from his katana.
“Come out.” He demanded. Shin’s voice was firm, but took a gentler turn, his brows furrowing slightly. Reluctantly, you stepped out.
Shin grabbed your chin, cocking his head at you, “Swear your loyalties to me—forget my brother; he’s dead regardless. Swear your loyalties to me and I’ll let you live.”
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