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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Author: XINXIN
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-04 23:53:04

My mouth was dry, my limbs felt heavy, and my head pounded like I’d been kicked by a horse.

As I opened my eyes my night vision quickly adapted to the darkness.

For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the barred window, the dark water beyond it, and remembered everything.

Right. The mating. The vampires. My life circling the drain.

I lit a candle by the bed and the flame brightened the room. I sat on the floor by the bed and held my head.

I was thirsty. Very.

I was dizzy from thirst from when I looked left.

A tray sat by the door, a jug of water, a single cup, and a plate of food. Someone must’ve slipped it in quietly while I was out cold.

I crawled over, ignoring the chill of the stone floor, and went straight for the jug.

The cup was there, sure—but patience wasn’t.

I drank straight from the jug until it was half empty, water dribbling down my chin. I wiped it away with the back of my arm.

It was night. The light from the moon—or whatever counted as moonlight here—fell thr
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