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Noah.

The dagger came in a black box. There was no note or seal. It was just the blade, nestled like it was sleeping.

It was silver and engraved with my name, and a crown.

Isaac set it on the kitchen table like it might bite. “It was left at the gate,” he said. “No scent or tracks.”

Of course there weren’t.

I stared at it. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t need to. I’d seen that style before, centuries ago, when we were still pretending Edward hadn’t gone mad with ambition. It was the kind of weapon you sent as a message. Not for defense or declaration.

It simply meant “come and die.”

Isaac sat across from me, arms folded, eyes tracking mine like he was waiting for the explosion. I didn’t give him one.

“This means war,” he said finally.

“No,” I said. “That was already decided. This is just... confirmation.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “What do we do?”

I stood and walked to the back door, pushing it open. Cold air poured in. The river was just beyond the trees, dark and endless.

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  • A Vampiric Kiss    85

    85Noah. The dagger came in a black box. There was no note or seal. It was just the blade, nestled like it was sleeping.It was silver and engraved with my name, and a crown.Isaac set it on the kitchen table like it might bite. “It was left at the gate,” he said. “No scent or tracks.”Of course there weren’t.I stared at it. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t need to. I’d seen that style before, centuries ago, when we were still pretending Edward hadn’t gone mad with ambition. It was the kind of weapon you sent as a message. Not for defense or declaration.It simply meant “come and die.”Isaac sat across from me, arms folded, eyes tracking mine like he was waiting for the explosion. I didn’t give him one.“This means war,” he said finally.“No,” I said. “That was already decided. This is just... confirmation.”He ran a hand through his hair. “What do we do?”I stood and walked to the back door, pushing it open. Cold air poured in. The river was just beyond the trees, dark and endless.I di

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