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The Chains Come Off.

作者: Sheridan Hartin
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-19 19:06:06

Jordan

The problem with ancient vampire estates? Too many damn hallways and not enough exits. Henry and I creep down a corridor lined with stone statues, each one bearing the same smug, angular face. Jonathon Vize really does love himself. Which means we’re close. I gesture toward a sconce flickering oddly against the far wall. “There. Behind it.”

Henry nods, pressing a small rune-stone into the wall’s groove. The illusion blinks away, revealing a stairwell spiraling downward like the throat of some monster.

“This the right path?” I ask.

He tilts his head, listening to the air. “Wards are thinner here. If I were hiding a comm hub, this is where I’d do it.”

I exhale, gripping my twin daggers tighter. “Alright. Let’s gut their eyes and ears.”

We descend in silence, silent, but not quiet. Vampires might not breathe, but stone does. It groans. Settles. Watches. My hand brushes against the necklace tucked beneath my shirt. A tiny charm Layah gave me for luck. If there’s ever a day I need i
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