Z For Butterfly Man (The Storyteller’s Bodyguard #3)

Prologue

Birdie

What is blood?

A color. A thickness. A type. A family.

A fear.

An ecstasy.

A life.

A death.

As my blood trickles down to yours, and both streams hug in a growing circle, all I see is a bond that can never be broken.

Beyond time, beyond breath and heartbeat.

Beyond broken lullabies.

But when blood stills, will it be mine or his that tells this story?