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Chapter 32 — The Devil’s Bloodline

Author: Ella Mahmud
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-05 19:20:23

The first thing Elena noticed when she opened her eyes was the faint smell of smoke sharp and metallic, lingering like the ghosts of last night’s chaos.

The cellar was quiet now. The storm had passed, but its wreckage still hung in the air.

Adrien sat a few feet away, his head bowed, elbows resting on his knees. His shirt was torn, blood dried along his jaw, and there was a hardness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

He didn’t look like the man who had held her hours ago. He looked like the man the world feared cold, ruthless, carved from fire and shadow.

“Adrien,” she whispered softly.

He didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, he turned toward her. “You should rest.”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”

His eyes met hers stormy, unreadable. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

“Safe?” she echoed bitterly. “In your house? In your world? There’s nothing safe about any of this, Adrien.”

He exhaled sharply, standing up. “You think I don’t know that?”

“Then why won
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