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Chapter 11

Author: Iamdera
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 16:59:23

Chapter 11

The meals were different now. Every morning and night, a maid left a heavy silver tray for Elian. It was piled with things he hadn't tasted in months: soft scrambled eggs, seared steak, and bowls of dark, leafy greens.

Julian wasn’t being kind. He was simply maintaining Elian’s body the same way a farmer might tend to a prize animal before a harvest. He needed Elian strong enough to survive the test , to handle the pints of blood he planned to drain until he got the answer he wanted
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