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(DANE POV)

I rarely made a habit of bending time for extended stretches, as it always left me disoriented afterward. But at that moment, I didn't care at all. In a blur, I was in Camilla's office, interrupting her as she fed on a donor's femoral artery. Feeding from the femoral was strictly forbidden at the academy—a line even I had never crossed.

"Fuckin' figures," I muttered as I entered the room so quickly that the gust knocked papers off the table.

Camilla quickly healed the donor and dismissed her before facing me.

I didn't give her a chance to respond as I exploded with frustration. My New York accent slipped out, and I couldn't hold it back. "He fuckin' drained Jo to the point of death, Cam. I doubt I'll be able to save her this time. She will be a vampire, and I didn't want that for her yet. Not yet."

Camilla stood up, and within seconds, she'd pierced her wrist and shoved it to my mouth before I could protest. I tried to push her away, but she pinned me to the couch, forcing