All Chapters of Bound by Fangs and Blood: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

CHAPTER 90EVESix months after my resurrection, I finally slept in our actual bedroom again.The ceiling didn't feel threatening anymore. The space didn't feel crushing. I could breathe without panic clawing at my throat.Adam cried when I told him."Really? You're ready?""I think so. The guest room helped. But I miss our room. Our bed. Sleeping next to you without three feet of deliberate space between us.""We can move slowly. Try one night. If it's too much, we go back to the guest room.""Okay. Let's try."That night, lying in our bed for the first time in six months, I waited for the panic to hit.It didn't.The ceiling was just a ceiling. The room was just a room. I was safe."How do you feel?" Adam asked quietly."Safe. Actually safe. Not just telling myself I should feel safe.""That's huge, Eve.""I know." I turned to face him. "I'm getting better. Really better. Not just managing symptoms but actually healing.""I've noticed. The nightmares are less frequent. The panic att

EVETen years after my resurrection, Lucia graduated high school at sixteen.She'd skipped three grades. Could have skipped more but we'd insisted she have some semblance of normal adolescence."This is pointless ceremony," she said, adjusting her cap. "I already know everything they're celebrating. Academic achievement is arbitrary validation of information retention.""It's a milestone. Let us celebrate you.""I'd rather be in the lab finishing my research.""You can finish your research tomorrow. Today you walk across a stage and let your family be proud."She sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm not smiling for photos."She smiled for every single photo. Couldn't help herself. Brilliant and accomplished and still somehow our little girl.Sophie was fourteen now. Already accepted into prestigious art programs. Her work sold for thousands. Critics called her a generational talent."It's weird being famous for trauma art," she told me. "People buy my paintings because they feel the pa

ADAM Three months after Eve came back, we had our first real fight. Not about her being reckless. Not about the trauma. Not about any of the obvious things. About dishes. "You left them in the sink again," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "I asked you to put them in the dishwasher." "I was having a panic attack. Dishes weren't my priority." "You've had three panic attacks today. At some point, dishes need to happen." Eve's eyes flashed. "Are you seriously criticizing me for not doing dishes while I'm struggling with PTSD?" "I'm not criticizing. I'm asking you to follow through on basic household tasks." "Basic household tasks feel impossible when I'm fighting to stay grounded in reality!" "Then tell me that! Don't just leave things half-done and expect me to read your mind!" "I shouldn't have to explain every single time that I'm barely functional! You know I'm struggling!" We were both yelling now. The girls hovering in the doorway, uncertain. I forced myself to s

EVE Everything happened too fast. One moment we were standing in Dr. Chen's clinic, the next Adam was throwing me and Lucia behind an examination table while Circe engaged the vampires. "Stay down!" Adam roared, shifting into his massive black wolf. I crouched over Lucia, my body shielding her as glass and debris rained down. She started crying, her little face scrunched up, and I felt power surge from her tiny body. "No, baby, not now," I whispered frantically. "Please not now." But Lucia's fear triggered another energy burst. Golden light exploded from her, throwing back one of the attacking vampires. "Did that baby just..." one vampire started. "Told you she was special," the lead vampire snarled. "Get her. NOW!" Adam tore into them, his wolf form massive and deadly. But there were three of them, all older vampires with speed and strength to match his. Circe was fighting two at once, her movements a blur. "Eve! Take Lucia and run!" "I'm not leaving you!" "You have to! G