The blood pact ritual doesn't have to wait for the party to end

The white gauze curtain billowed and slapped against her soaked skirts.

The noise of the crowd in the hall was shut away on the other side of the glass; only the wind was left, howling past her ears.

The arm at her waist tightened and her feet left the floor.

Her body was lifted, carried fast.

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