Blood Binds #3

– Blood Grudge –

Hel detoured to the shower before going after her dubious savior. She dragged on jeans and a rumpled shirt before joining Charls in the kitchen. The small television on the counter was turned to a low volume.

He was wearing new jeans and a cable-knit sweater, so disconcertingly ordinary. It was as close to ordinary as a dimension hopping sorcerer, slumming it in a non-magical world could look.

He manned the stove with an incomprehensible level of ease and seemed to be making din...