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NatalieThe mountains felt different this time.The last time Adrian had brought me here, we were unknowing fleeing shadows, clinging to stolen moments before war consumed us. I knew nothing of his world.Now, the madness had ebbed, if only for a while, and the world finally felt ours.The resort was quiet, wrapped in silver light. The full moon spilled across the ridges, the pine-scented air cool against my skin. I stood on the balcony overlooking the valley, wrapped in a simple gown, when I felt Adrian’s presence behind me. I didn’t need to turn, his nearness was a part of me now, like breath or blood.His arms slid around my waist, pulling me against him. His lips brushed the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.“Do you know what I see when I look at you beneath this moon?” he whispered.I smiled softly. “Tell me.”He turned me in his arms, his green eyes glowing, yet softened by something only I ever saw in him. “Forever. With you, Natalie, it will always be forever. An
NatalieI didn’t wake until late in the afternoon. My body felt heavy, as if every vein and bone was still carrying the echoes of last night’s ordeal. The battle, the chains of fear and fury, Martina’s final screams, it had all drained me. I lay still for a moment, letting the silence of Adrian’s estate settle around me, then I realized Adrian was gone. His side of the bed was cool, the room empty.Pushing myself up, I showered and dressed, eager to see everyone and learn what had unfolded while I slept. There was so much to catch up on, so much I still didn’t understand about where we stood after Cainebrielle.But when I stepped into the hall, the house felt… quiet. Too quiet. Alison’s room was closed, but I wasn’t ready to face her yet, not with all the questions that still weighed between us. Lisa had already returned to the wolves with Grant, and the thought of my mother made my chest tighten. I wasn’t ready for that either.So instead, I asked for Lady Margaret. I was told she wa
NatalieThe drive back to Adrian’s estate was quiet, but inside me, nothing was still. The darkness outside the car’s windows matched the storm in my chest. Every jolt of the wheels on the road reminded me of Martina, her laughter when she ordered me dragged from Adrian’s home, the fear she tried to carve into me, the helplessness I had drowned in.I hadn’t forgotten. And I wasn’t about to forgive.By the time we arrived, my anger had settled into something sharper, colder, like a blade waiting for the right throat. Adrian stayed behind with his father and the elders to finalize the fate of Dragomir and Volodymir’s cursed bodies. I told him I had unfinished business. He knew who it concerned.Martina was taken to one of the high rooms in the estate, where I had her secured exactly as I instructed, silver shackles around her wrists and ankles, iron chains anchoring her to the stone floor of the balcony. She hissed and writhed as they bound her, but there was no escape. Not here. Not now
AdrianEventually, Dragomir’s strength faltered. His body sagged under the weight of the ritual. His voice, once sharp enough to split stone, dulled and faded until silence claimed him. The great Strigoi lord collapsed, his crimson eyes sliding shut. The chains around Volodymir’s coffin pulsed once more with power before dimming, and both lay dormant, sealed, silent, asleep once again.Only Marlowe remained.He stood defiant, chest heaving, eyes burning with bitterness. Before I could tear him apart where he stood, my father’s hand caught my arm.“Adrian,” my father’s voice was calm but edged with urgency. “Do not kill him.”My gaze snapped to his, crimson fire meeting crimson fire. He saw the fury in me, the need to end the traitor, to crush the one who had nearly undone us all. But my father held my stare and shook his head once. “His death now serves us less than his capture. Bind him.”I ground my teeth but obeyed. Marlowe was seized, shackled with iron and blood wards, his streng
AdrianNatalie led us through the tunnels, her every step drawn by a voice only she could hear. The air grew heavier, the scent of mold and old blood seeping into my lungs as the stone passage narrowed. Finally, the tunnel opened into a vast crypt, its walls carved with symbols older than kingdoms, the air thick with power.And then we heard it.Dragomir’s voice. Not a whisper, not the distant tug of compulsion, but loud, clear, commanding, woven with a language older than breath.“He’s performing the ritual to wake Volodymir,” Lancly said, his voice strained with a fear he tried to swallow.I didn’t wait.Power surged through me as I shoved outward. The stone wall ahead buckled under my will, shattering with a deafening crack. Dust and fragments rained as the barrier fell, revealing the chamber beyond.There he stood. Dragomir.The bastard turned, his eyes gleaming with cold fire, the Obsidian Stone clutched in his hand. Beside him stood another man, a shadow from the past. Between t
NatalieThey came from nowhere.The shadows split open like veins, and suddenly the air was thick with screams and claws. Strigoi, pale and savage, poured into the courtyard from every direction. Their hunger was maddening, their eyes burning like dying stars. I had never seen anything like it. This wasn’t nature, it couldn’t be. It was sorcery, the very world bending under Dragomir’s will.I braced myself. My breath came hard, sharp, but I forced it steady. My eyes flicked to Adrian, his power, his certainty had always been unshakable. But now I saw it, the flicker of confusion in his gaze. He hadn’t expected this either. And if he hadn’t…We had no choice but to make do.They descended on us like a storm. I moved before thought, my body carrying me as though it remembered a choreography I had never learned. The Strigoi lunged, but I saw them. Every swipe of their claws, every arc of their fangs, I could anticipate it a breath before it came. I dodged, ducked low, spun behind one, an
NatalieAdrian came back with his father in tow. His face was clouded with confusion, but I didn’t press. I couldn’t. My mind was still trying to stitch together everything he’d told me. I wasn’t ready for more—I was barely holding together what I already had.Margret rose with a quiet grace and cr
Natalie“So I was just supposed to be a baby machine?” I snapped, anger surging up my throat like bile. The thought of Uncle Mike arranging this—offering me up like livestock—made me sick.Adrian shook his head quickly. “No. It’s not that simple.”He glanced at me, voice low but steady. “For a Stri
NatalieMy heart thudded in my chest like a warning bell I couldn’t silence.All the vampire stories I’d grown up with came rushing back—stakes, garlic, holy water, and rays of sunlight burning flesh to ash. But this wasn’t fiction. This was real, and I was walking beside a creature who defied all
NatalieAs we passed the cracked wooden sign that read Welcome to Blackgate Village, a tight knot formed in my stomach.We were here.The drive had taken two hours—three if you counted the stop Adrian and I made. I wished we were still back in the cabin, tangled in blankets and blind to everything







