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Natalie “Mom,” I said, and my voice cracked. The pressure in my chest was almost unbearable. Tears were already threatening, but I had to get the words out. “They weren’t curing your cancer,” I whispered. She blinked at me, confusion tightening her brow. “They were… experimenting on you,” I said slowly, each word like a stone in my mouth. “An illegal, unapproved experiment. And I believe Uncle Michael signed you up for it, on purpose, as his ‘contribution’ to their cause.” Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear breaking through her composure. I reached for her hand, gripping it tight, my tears finally spilling over. “I love you, Mom. I won’t be angry with you no matter what you decide to do… but I need you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll be here. We can get through this, together. We have help now. But please… please don’t shut down on me. Don’t freak out.” Because deep down, I was terrified. Terrified she might choose death over what was coming. That they’d have to take
Natalie“You and Natalie are here,” Margaret said. “Has anyone attacked you?”My mother shook her head.“Do you know the people who attacked you?” Alexei asked, his tone direct, as though he wanted the conversation done and over with.I couldn’t blame him. He only had the night to spend with his mate, and if I were him, I wouldn’t be wasting it on anyone else, not even for a meeting like this.“I don’t know,” my mother said. “Like I told you, she asked to use my toilet and then all hell broke loose. They came at me…” Her voice faltered, her eyes drifting somewhere else, reliving it.“Do you know them? Are they your people?” she asked Alexei.He shook his head. “They aren’t mine. I don’t know them. But I was glad my son had his assistant watching your house, it could have been much worse. They could have killed you.”The words hung in the air, heavy and cold. Alexei didn’t sugarcoat, didn’t soften. No filter at all. Centuries must have stripped away any need for polite cushioning.I di
NatalieGoing to the dinner without Adrian weighed on me. It wasn’t just the idea of sitting in a room with Lady Margaret and Lord Alexei, it was my mother. Her reaction. The moment the truth might land. Would she go still, retreat inward? Or would she break down in a way I wouldn’t be able to fix?I didn’t know.And I wasn’t eager to find out.But there was no avoiding it.I chose something simple, black dress, soft fabric, nothing that would draw more attention than necessary, and followed the maid who came to fetch me. Her quiet steps echoed in the hall, and every one of mine felt heavier than the last.When we reached the lounge, the first thing I noticed was Lord Alexei. Regal, composed, an unreadable presence in the corner. Across from him, Lady Margaret sat with my mother. They were talking easily, the low murmur of their voices blending with the faint clink of porcelain and the soft crackle from the fireplace.My mother didn’t look apprehensive like she had when she first arri
AdrianCarson didn’t answer. His arms tightened around her just slightly, but enough for me to notice. The way he held her… no one would be able to take her from him without a fight. His eyes had changed too—there was something possessive in them now.I didn’t ask.We made our way to the van, where Dimitri and Lancly were waiting with our unconscious prisoner.“Got the girl, I see…” Lancly said with a crooked smile as Carson climbed in.“Now let’s head back,” Dimitri said, his attention fixed on Charles like a hawk staring down a mouse. The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable—he wanted the interrogation to start.“We need to find where Dragomir is hiding,” Carson said from inside the van, his voice tight with fury.And I could hear it clearly—he didn’t just want to find Dragomir.He wanted blood.“Calm down. We’ll find him,” I said evenly.Carson shook his head. “You have no stake in this, so you might think we have all the time in the world. But he’s coming after my people…”Lanc
AdrianThe fledglings were everywhere.Too many.Almost as if this place was their breeding ground. Whatever Charles had signed with Dragomir… it had been costly. And it wasn’t over.There was no reason to let this drag out.I stepped into the fray, my power already simmering under my skin. One lunged at me—a blur of teeth and claws—and I caught it mid-strike, driving my hand straight through its chest. My fingers closed around its heart, still beating in my palm, before I ripped it free.The others hesitated for a fraction of a second. That was all I needed.I didn’t bother focusing on every individual strike. My senses reached outward, threading through the chaos, separating foe from ally—marking Dimitri, Lancly, and Carson as untouchable. Everyone else?Fair game.When the pattern was locked in my mind, I let it loose.The air shifted—thickened—as my power poured into every enemy on the field. They froze mid-motion, muscles locking under an unseen weight. Blood began to seep from t
Adrian I had come to wipe them out. I wasn’t here to negotiate. “Kidnapped a girl lately, Charles?” I asked, my grip still tight on his throat. He stayed silent. That silence told me he believed his guards could save him. I decided it was time to show him otherwise. The Dhampirs moved first, stepping in with weapons half-raised. I didn’t bother to draw mine. Instead, I let my power spill through the room like a wave of black fire. The humans froze mid-breath, locked in place—unable to move, unable to scream. The Dhampirs, caught in that invisible grip, began to bleed from their eyes and noses, the sound of their choking breaths mixing with the metallic scent of fresh blood. The Strigoi didn’t last even that long. Their bodies ignited from within, skin splitting, smoke curling up toward the painted gold ceilings before they collapsed in piles of blackened ash. The room filled with the stench of scorched flesh and copper. The humans finally found their voices, their terro