"Offer?!" Kurtis's eyes widened as he heard Lord Harley. The latter grinned, and the fire in the valley flared, taking a nasty turn.
"Yes, an offer," Lord Harley patted Kurtis like a dog. "Enter a Blood Contract with me, and I would save you from Kiba."
Kurtis's face twisted.
Blood Contract?!
He was a pure-blood aristocrat! He would be no slave, even if the refusal cost him his life.
"Hehe, pride comes before fall."
Lord Harley chuckled.
"But relax, I know your limit, so I have no interest in taking you as a slave. The Blood Contract will deal with a few things you would have to do for me. In return, I will promise you help and resources to protect yourself and even defeat your enemy."
Kurtis trembled from anger. He couldn't believe just how disgusting the head of the family could be with him.
But he knew he needed Lord Harley because he has to live!