I Was Her Living Shield

I’ve always had a terrifying capacity for survival. It didn't matter how deep the cut or how shattered the bone; my body simply refused to stay broken. I was a biological miracle, a freak of nature, a man who couldn't be scarred.

Until the woman I loved decided to weaponize it.

On the day her adoptive brother turned eighteen, Isabelle didn’t give him a car or a watch. She brought a "specialist" back from a remote retreat in the East and forced a ten-year Soul-Binding Rite upon me.