💕 The lies are catching up with Ming! Kamon is starting to notice her supernatural abilities, and her evasiveness is hurting their relationship. How long can she keep her secret before everything falls apart? Find out in Chapter 9! 👆 Feeling the tension? Vote and comment to see if Ming can find a way to tell Kamon the truth! 💕
Ming's POVBreaking the curse on my mother turned out to be surprisingly anticlimactic.The Council members formed a circle around the curse anchor, chanted in what sounded like ancient Thai mixed with something much older, and the dark object simply crumbled to dust. Within minutes, I could hear my mother's breathing becoming stronger from the bedroom."That's it?" I asked, staring at the pile of dust."Minor curses are relatively simple to break when you know what you're dealing with," Khun Siriporn explained. "The ancient curse affecting our entire bloodline, however, will be considerably more challenging.""How much more challenging?""The kind that requires two weeks of intensive training and a ritual that could potentially kill you if performed incorrectly," the elderly Council member said cheerfully."I'm sorry, what?""Khun Ratchanee," Khun Siriporn said with a warning look, "perhaps we should ease Ming into the details.""Oh, there's no point in sugarcoating it," Khun Ratchane
Ming's POVThe three-hour drive back to Bangkok was the longest of my life.Kamon drove while I sat in the passenger seat, my leg bouncing with nervous energy and my enhanced hearing straining for any sounds from my phone. Mae Nim and Pho had been worried when we explained there was a family emergency, but they'd been understanding about our sudden departure."Your mother is going to be okay," Kamon said for the tenth time, reaching over to squeeze my hand."You don't know that," I replied, staring out the window at the scenery rushing past. "If her vampire healing isn't working, something is seriously wrong. That's not supposed to be possible.""Maybe it's temporary? Like a supernatural illness that just needs time to pass?""Vampire genetics don't work that way. We don't get sick like humans do, and our healing abilities are automatic. For them to stop completely..." I trailed off, not wanting to voice my worst fears.My phone buzzed with a text from Bew.Bew: Still no change. But my
Ming's POV"So let me get this straight," Ploy said the next morning, sitting cross-legged on her bed while I packed my overnight bag. "You can now openly be supernatural around Kamon, he's magically bound to keep your secrets, and the Council officially approves of your relationship?""That's the summary, yes.""And you're celebrating this newfound freedom by... going to meet his parents?"I paused in folding my shirt. "When you put it like that, it sounds terrifying.""It IS terrifying! Ming, meeting parents is scary enough when you're completely human. You're about to meet them as a half-vampire!""Kamon says they're very nice people.""I'm sure they are! But do you really think your first post-Council adventure should involve potential supernatural incidents around his family?"She had a point. But Kamon had been so excited when he asked me to come home with him for the weekend to meet his parents. After everything we'd been through with testing and oaths and supernatural bureaucra
Kamon's POVThe Ming standing in front of me looked exactly like the girl I loved, except for her eyes. They were cold, calculating, and completely devoid of the warmth and anxiety that made her so endearing."You look confused," she said, circling around me like a predator. "Didn't you want to see what I'm really like when I'm not pretending to be your sweet, harmless girlfriend?""You're not Ming," I said firmly."Aren't I?" She laughed, and the sound was sharp and mocking. "I'm everything she could become, Kamon. Everything she's capable of when she stops hiding behind human morality."The classroom around us shifted and changed, morphing into what looked like a crime scene. There were overturned desks, broken windows, and dark stains on the floor that I didn't want to examine too closely."This is what happens when half-vampires lose control," the false Ming said, gesturing to the destruction around us. "When we stop caring about protecting weak little humans and start taking what
Ming's POV"So let me get this straight," Bew said, pacing around our dorm room while gesticulating wildly. "The Council wants to test Kamon's trustworthiness with actual magic, and you think this is a good idea?""It was his idea," I reminded my cousin for the third time."That doesn't make it less insane!"It had been two days since the Council visit, and Bew had been staying in our dorm room, much to Ploy's continued amazement. She was handling the whole "supernatural beings are real" thing remarkably well, but having an energetic half-vampire cousin sleeping on our floor was testing even her adaptability."What exactly happens during these tests?" Kamon asked from his spot on my bed, where he was supposedly reading Council documents but actually just staring at the incomprehensible magical legal language."Nobody knows," Bew said cheerfully. "The Council keeps their testing methods secret. But I've heard stories...""What kind of stories?" Ploy asked nervously."Well, there was thi
Ming's POVI opened my dorm room door to find three strangers sitting calmly on Ploy's bed while my roommate stood pressed against the wall, looking like she was trying to disappear into the wallpaper."Ming!" Ploy's voice came out as a squeak. "Your... visitors... are here."The woman in the center looked to be in her forties, with perfectly styled black hair and the kind of elegant composure that screamed authority. She was flanked by two men - one younger with kind eyes, one older with a stern expression that made my vampire instincts want to hide."Miss Chen," the woman said, standing gracefully. "I am Khun Siriporn from the Bangkok Council. We need to discuss your recent... disclosure.""Where's Bew?" I asked, noticing my cousin was nowhere to be seen."Waiting in the hallway," she replied smoothly. "We thought it best to handle this matter with minimal... enthusiasm."That was definitely a diplomatic way of saying they'd told Bew to sit outside because he was too energetic for a