LOGINCHAPTER 40ELENA'S POVWe sat around the table in the safe house with Kyle's phone in the center of it and the forty seconds of video playing in everyone's head on a loop and nobody suggested sleeping because nobody was going to sleep and pretending otherwise would have been an insult to what we'd all just watched.Seraphine was at the window. Lucian was standing. The pack wolves in the corner had the particular stillness of people waiting for direction and trying not to show how much the waiting was costing them.I was still at the table with my hands flat on the surface and my mind running through every variable in a situation that kept producing the same answer no matter how many times I ran it.Forty-eight hours.Viviana in a chair with her hands bound.An unborn child that Morgana was prepared to use as leverage without hesitation."Logan is still in the vault corridor," I said."My people will have him by now," Lucian said. "I sent word when you came back.""I want to talk to h
ELENA'S POVI got out through the vault.When Morgana's people filled the corridor from both ends I made the only calculation available. The vault door was still open behind us. The vault had no other exit but it had one thing the corridor didn't.A ceiling access point I'd seen when we first walked in. Old construction. A maintenance shaft built before the vault was converted to its current purpose. Barely wide enough. Definitely not designed for a pregnant woman.I went through it anyway.Ryker saw me go.He didn't follow. He couldn't follow and protect Viviana simultaneously and he had already made that decision before I made mine. He looked at me for exactly one second and in that second everything was communicated that needed to be communicated.Get help.I got help.The shaft was dark and close and smelled of centuries of undisturbed stone and I moved through it on my hands and knees with the gold power completely suppressed, making myself as invisible in the supernatural freque
ELENA'S POVI was out the door thirty seconds after her.The street was cold and empty and Viviana was already at the corner, moving fast with the particular efficiency of someone who had planned this before she sat down at that table and had been waiting for the right moment the entire time we were building the framework.I almost called her name.Then I heard footsteps behind me.Ryker.He came through the safe house door still pulling his jacket on, his amber eyes already locked on the corner where Viviana had turned. He hadn't stopped to wake anyone. He hadn't left a note. He had heard the door the same way I had and made the same calculation in the same second.He looked at me."Go back inside," he said."No," I said."Elena….""You can't follow her alone and I can't let either of you go without someone who can actually do something if it goes wrong," I said. "We follow together or I wake Seraphine and nobody goes."He looked at the corner.Then at me."Move fast," he said.We mo
ELENA'S POVSeraphine talked for forty minutes without stopping.We were in the back of the vehicle, all of us crammed in together, Isabella still pressed against Lucian's side, Viviana beside Ryker with their shoulders touching in the way they touched now without either of them acknowledging it, Kyle with his notepad already open before Seraphine said her first word.The Bloodstone was old.Older than the vampire council. Older than most supernatural classifications that currently existed. It had been created during Cain's original reign by the same practitioners who had helped the first Nightshade sovereign develop the binding. A contingency. A failsafe built into the system for the scenario where the heir became corrupted or compromised and the power needed to be contained without destroying the bloodline entirely."They built a way to drain their own heir," I said."They built a way to protect the world from a corrupted heir," Seraphine said. "The intention was responsible. The ar
ELENA'S POVNobody moved toward me.They understood, all of them, that moving toward me right now was the wrong call. So they stood in the cold night air around Thomas's body and they waited and the children who had seen it happen were being quietly guided away by Kyle and the wolves and I stayed on the ground with my hands flat against the earth and breathed.Lucian crouched beside me.Not touching. Not speaking. Just there, close enough that I felt the warmth of him against the cold air, and through the life bond I felt what he was doing. He was simply present. Not managing the situation. Not calculating the next move. Just refusing to let me be alone in it.I didn't tell him to move away."I caught it in two seconds," I said. My voice came out completely flat. "The surge lasted two seconds and he was standing right there and I caught it in two seconds and it wasn't enough.""No," Lucian said. "It wasn't.""He had a sister," I said."I know.""He survived four months in that buildin
ELENA'S POVIsabella moved before any of us were ready for it.Not slowly. Not with warning. One moment seated in the chair with that wrong smile on her face, the next crossing the room at full vampire speed with her hands extended and her flat red eyes locked on Lucian with the particular focused intensity of something that had been given a target and a directive and nothing else.Lucian didn't move.Not because he couldn't. Because he wouldn't.He stood there and let his turned, mind-controlled sister come at him and the only thing he did was angle his body so that when she hit him the impact drove him back rather than through him, absorbing it, keeping his hands at his sides.She drove him into the wall.Her hands went to his throat."Isabella," he said. Through the pressure of her grip. Completely steady. "It's me. It's Lucian."Nothing in her eyes changed.She squeezed harder.He brought his hands up. Not to break her grip. To hold her wrists. Gently. The way you held something







