Were supposed to hate each other, but I need him if I want to live. I stole from the wrong mark a disciple of the death god. Instead of a priceless treasure, Im left with a killer curse. The only one who can stop it? A dark warrior known as The Sword, the most feared of all the death gods worshippers. Wonderful. To make things worse, hes currently rotting in a cell for murdering the followers of my goddess. But Ive never let a little thing like the law stop me, and I certainly wont now, not when the most important thing to me is on the line: my life. I manage to break The Sword out of his prison, and he swears to help me find a cure for the blood curse in return for his freedom. We have to learn to rely on one another and manage to build a grudging respect that might just be turning into something more. No matter what he says, though, The Sword seems to have his own agenda on my quest for the cure. If I want to live, I have to figure out his plan before its too late. Trusts never come easy to me, but betrayals never hurt so much.
