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CHAPTER 43

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-03 01:28:26

"He just likes being mad and needs someone to blame," Sofia said finally, wanting to try and reassure him since he had no one else who would. "He'll come around," she said.

"Pretty sure that ship has sailed," Somito said with a small laugh. This was a sad sound and in no way resembled the warm laughter of Somito. "But he kept my secret when he easily could have betrayed me to the rest of the supernaturals, so we have a truce of sorts," he said.

Sofia nodded. It wouldn't be a very bright idea to make Nomo her enemy. Maybe she should make a truce with him too, but for two things: first, she did not know why he hated her in the first place, and second, she didn't think he would give her the chance to make a truce if he ever found out where she stayed last night.

“Damn it to hell,” Sofia muttered, peering up at the clock. “I never thought it was this late. I'm supposed to open up The Crimson Chalice at three.”

"I'll give you a ride home," Somito offered.

“Thanks,” Sofia said, smiling as s
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  • BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT   CHAPTER 104

    (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"You’re shaking, Zilo. Is the high and mighty Sovereign of the Abribi District actually feeling the chill, or are you just realizing that your walls aren't thick enough to keep out a goddess?" Sofia’s voice didn't carry the tremor of her body. She stood in the shadow of a weeping willow, the park’s artificial lake reflecting the bruised violet of the sky. The air between them hummed with the Decree’s static, a physical pressure that made her marrow ache."I’m not shaking because of the cold, Sofia. I’m shaking because I saw the Inquisitors crossing the Deadlands an hour ago," Zilo Graves said, stepping out from behind a rusted iron pillar. He looked disheveled, his obsidian coat unbuttoned and his eyes lacking their usual predatory sheen. He reached out a hand, but stopped inches from her shoulder, his fingers twitching. "They aren't coming to arrest you. They’re coming to erase you. Seraphina doesn't want the Stone anymore; she wants the Triple-Blood an

  • BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT   CHAPTER 103

    (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Stop staring at the map like it’s going to grow legs and walk us there, Nomo! It isn’t in the Deadlands. It isn't even in the Citadel's high-security vaults. My mother didn't hide it where the soldiers look; she hid it where the priests pray," Sofia snapped, her voice echoing off the damp, moss-slicked walls of the drainage tunnel. She shoved the tattered journal back into Nomo’s chest, her fingers tingling with a frantic, cold indigo energy that made the very shadows around her feet recoil."The Sanctuary? Sofia, that’s the heart of the Triad’s religious territory. It’s where the Crimson Rites are performed. It’s the most heavily guarded consecrated ground in the entire Abribi District," Nomo replied, his eyes wide as he gripped the journal. He stumbled slightly as they waded through the ankle-deep sludge of the old city's underbelly. "If we go there, we aren't just fighting guards. We’re fighting the collective psychic weight of every blood-union ever

  • BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT   CHAPTER 102

    (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"It was never a weapon, Sofia. It was a shroud," Nomo shouted over the rhythmic clatter of the transport’s engine as they hurtled away from the burning textile mill. He held the tattered, leather-bound journal he had snatched from Byrne’s desk like it was a live explosive. "The Heartstone wasn't meant to empower you. It was meant to make you invisible.""Invisible? I’ve spent my life being shoved into lockers and ignored in the gutters, Nomo! I didn't need a magical rock for that!" Sofia’s voice was a jagged rasp of frustration. She leaned against the vibrating metal wall of the van, her hands still trembling with a residual violet glow. The indigo blood of the Montague Sovereign was singing in her veins, fighting for dominance against the cold, crystalline hum of her Faerie heritage."You don't understand the scale of what you are," Somito grunted from the driver’s seat, his massive hands white-knuckled on the wheel as he swerved around a pile of indust

  • BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT   CHAPTER 101

    (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Move, Doctor! If you trip on that coat one more time, I’m leaving you for the Ashen Fang to find," Sofia hissed, her voice a sharp blade cutting through the humid, stagnant air of the Abribi tunnels. She gripped Dr. Hector Byrne’s arm, her fingers digging into the worn fabric of his lab coat. Every few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder, her indigo eyes searching the shifting shadows for the telltale flicker of Triad tactical lights."I’m trying, Sofia! My lungs aren't calibrated for a sprint through the city's sewer system," Byrne wheezed, his face a ghostly pallor in the dim, green light of the algae-covered walls. He stumbled over a rusted pipe, nearly pulling them both down into the sludge. "Why are you doing this? You should have let the Decree take its course. Saving me is just painting a target on your back that’s already the size of a billboard.""You have the information, Doctor. That makes you the only thing more valuable to me than my own

  • BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT   CHAPTER 100

    (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Run, Sofia! Don't look back at the light, just get to the transport!" Aron Quispe’s voice was a frantic, high-pitched rasp that grated against the sudden, unnatural silence of the room. He was scrambling backward, his boots sliding on the frost that had begun to coat the floorboards in thick, crystalline sheets. The air in the study had turned into a frozen vacuum, pulling the heat from Sofia’s skin and the breath from her lungs."I’m not running from a ghost, Aron! I’ve spent my whole life running from things I couldn't see, but she’s standing right there!" Sofia shouted back. She didn't move toward the door. Instead, she planted her feet, her hands igniting with a frantic, unstable indigo fire that hissed as it fought the encroaching cold. The light in her eyes was no longer just violet; it was a deep, bruised indigo that mirrored the blood of the Sovereign currently coursing through her heart."You think I am a ghost, child? I am the foundation of th

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