Carlota’s POVThe manor was too quiet. By day, Gabriel trained me, hands firm on my arms, correcting my stance, pushing me to control the power that I barely understood. By night, Paxton watched, standing at the edge of my room like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Neither would leave. Neither would stop bothering me, even though they already agreed to stop fighting each other.I tried to focus on the drills, on controlling the glow under my skin, but the whispers came again. They were older this time, stronger, threading through my thoughts, not giving me a chance to sing for myself. They spoke of a bonding ritual, a choice that would decide who survived the Blood Moon and who didn’t.I couldn’t ignore it. Of course, I wanted to ignore all this nonsense and leave my life normally, but I couldn't do it, no matter how I tried.At midnight, I slipped into the library, careful not to wake anyone. I figured since this was an old building, there would be some books that might have some informat
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