Blaise stood in front of Desmos, his hand nearly crushing the small vial that he held, the crimson liquid sloshing around in the clear glass bottle. Blaise's jaw clenched together, his irritated gaze interlocking with Desmos' unreadable glare. The dark, silvery-green showed no wear, hiding the snake's true age.

Blaise dropped the bottle onto the table, and allowed his arm to fall to his side. Blaise stared at the vial, almost reluctant to give away the blood, his blood. Who knew what horrid uses Desmos could think of.

Desmos cleared his throat, his pale yellow eyes turning to Blaise, his slitted pupils scanning his face. "Before I give you the promotion. I have one more small job for you." A smirk made its way onto Desmos' face. "Complete it and the job's yours."

Blaise's anger flared, before a small smirk made its way onto his lips as he shoved his hands behind him. "I'm up for it." he said almost nonchalantly. "Tell me."

A/N: thank y'all so much for reading! This chapter was really short but the rest are of average length. Let me know what you think and who Skye will end up with!

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