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AdrianI held Natalie close, shielding her, whispering words I couldn’t even hear myself say.And then Martina’s voice echoed one last time.“Should she survive,” she called down, “she’ll never be like you. You’ll never have what I lost. No mate to spend eternity with. She’ll be barren. Lifeless. Cold. Meant for the dark alone.”Her voice cracked, gleeful and broken all at once.“That is my gift to you, Balshov.”I didn’t look up right away.Didn’t need to.When I finally did,She was gone.So was Dragomir.The rooftop was empty.And I was left kneeling in the dirt, Natalie in my arms, as her tears mixed with mine.For the first time in a century,I cried.Not from pain.Not from rage.But because I couldn’t protect the one thing that ever made me human.“Everything will be okay…” Natalie whispered, her voice fragile, breath slowing.Her eyes fluttered. Heavy. Fading.She wasn’t like my mother.She couldn’t survive this the same way. Only two outcomes existed now, death… or the slow,
Adrian“How does it feel to be powerless, Adrian?” Martina called out, that venom-laced smirk twisting her lips.Mocking me.I didn’t answer.Because she was right.I was powerless.If I went for Dragomir, if I even twitched, she could drop Natalie. And even if she survived the fall, the fledglings below would drain her before I reached her body.Martina laughed again, louder this time, savoring it.“How does it feel?” she repeated, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, rage and helplessness choking me like smoke. I was a hurricane with no wind, held back by my own damn leash.I looked at Natalie.Her face broke me.Eyes swollen from crying. Cheeks bruised. Split lip. She must’ve screamed until her voice failed, begged until they got bored.They’d hurt her.And I couldn’t reach her.I didn’t know how to reach her.My mind spiraled, What do I do? How do I get to her? I searched my soul for something, anything, that would give me an answer. A loopho
AdrianI walked out of the hall without urgency.No need to rush.Everyone inside was already dead.The sky had darkened completely now, deep, clean night. No need for titanium locks. No need for shadows.I stepped through the grand entrance like I owned the place, because tonight, I did.And that’s when I heard it.The noise. The snarling. The violence.I moved fast.Rounding the courtyard, I saw them, fledglings, dozens of them, feral and reckless, attacking in waves. They swarmed Dimitri, Lancly, and Carson, tearing at them with sharpened claws and gnashing teeth.They weren’t strong enough to win.But they were enough to stall.Enough to delay.Arya stood near the edge of the courtyard, motionless under my command, her face frozen with horror.Her eyes met mine, and I saw it.She knew.This wasn’t a fight she would survive.Not because of the fledglings.Because of me.I prepared to end the Strigoi the quickest way I knew, swift, clean annihilation.But then a voice cut through th
Adrian“Where is Natalie?” I commanded, my voice slicing through the silence like a blade.Arya’s eyes widened, her will collapsing under the weight of my command.“Martina took her,” she whispered. “I’m supposed to join them after the ball tonight.”There it was.I studied her face. Weak. Terrified. A pawn pretending to be a player.We couldn’t start the bloodbath yet. Not until we reached Martina. Not until Natalie was within reach.“You’ll remain here,” I ordered. “You won’t move. You won’t speak. You won’t breathe my name. If anyone enters and asks, you’ll say you need a moment alone. Nothing more.”Her mouth opened as if to respond, but I was already gone.I slipped through the corridors, mask still in place, and found Carson near one of the side exits. He looked alert, searching for me through the crowd.“Tell Lancly we’re not striking here tonight,” I said. “Not until we find, ”But I didn’t finish.A Strigoi lunged at Carson from the shadows, teeth bared, hissing.The scent.T
Adrian“Come on,” Dimitri said, moving quickly down the corridor. “There aren’t many windows in this place. Once I hit the emergency lock, all doors and windows will seal with titanium. Then Lancly and I can fight without worrying about sunlight exposure.”He sounded almost eager.I wasn’t.I didn’t care about logistics or strategy. I wanted Arya. I wanted Natalie. And I wanted this to end.We moved swiftly, entering a private chamber just off the main corridor. It had the look of recent use, scents lingered, warmth still hung in the air, but it was empty now.“Take him to the banquet hall,” Dimitri said, nodding at Carson. “Once you're inside, I’ll trigger the lockdown.”Lancly gave a small nod and moved to lead us out.“If we activate now,” Dimitri added, lowering his voice, “they’ll know something’s wrong. We need surprise. Blend in. Find the bitch. Then we move.”I understood. He wasn’t wrong. A premature alarm would alert everyone, especially Dragomir, if he was here.And we were
AdrianIt took us four hours to move.Four hours of preparation, securing gear, triple-checking routes, and making sure we wouldn’t be detected the moment we landed in Ashberge. It felt like wasted time, but it was necessary.We took the dark cargo plane. Inside was a blacked-out van, already prepped and waiting. Dimitri and Lancly had to be fully covered, head to toe, against the sun. Not ideal, not comfortable. But this wasn’t about comfort.This was war.About halfway through the flight, Carson looked over at Dimitri.“Don’t you think it’s a bit reckless?” he asked. “Coming with us. In daylight?”Dimitri didn’t flinch.“We won’t step out until nightfall,” he said flatly. “That is… if the fight even lasts that long. Marlon’s a Dhampir, his estate is built to accommodate Strigoi. Lots of shaded hallways and underground levels. But we’re not taking chances.”He turned to me, eyes hard.“Park the van by the east fence,” he continued. “There’s an underground passage there. I used to liv