Isaac The rules for choosing the new bride were clear. They cared about looks — face, body, posture. They cared about blood scent. And most of all, loyalty. The first two tests were easy. Almost too easy. They lined us up in the courtyard, two nights before the blood moon. Blue flames flickered in silver chandeliers above us. We stood there while vampires watched us from a high balcony, silent and serious. They looked at everything — our skin, how we stood, how we moved. The Devereux didn’t just want power. They wanted beauty too. I stood tall, shoulders relaxed, chin up. I tried to look proud, but not full of myself. The blood I had taken made my skin glow a little, just enough to look more like them. A little smoother, a little more attractive. Marcus was on the other side of the courtyard. His arms were crossed, and he was wearing that annoying smile he always had — part laugh, part insult. I glanced at him, then looked away like he didn’t matter. He didn’t like that. “Medo
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