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Lucien’s body was cooling while Sasha called in reinforcements. I don’t know who he was calling, the majority of our security was already within these walls, but he assured me that he had more men. He hadn’t spoken much, instead he insisted on seeing Lucien’s body so here we were. When Sasha got off the phone, he stared over our friend and fellow Court member. Centuries lived between the four of us in this room, only for death to greet Lucien with opening arms. Sasha spit on him and turned on his heel to leave.Being a vampire didn’t mean immortality completely. We were basically just souped up humans. We still could die. We could still bleed. Lucien’s bloodied carcass was evident of that. I thought I would feel regret looking at him. His body was no doubt still warm, but seeing it only brought me peace. The threat was mainly over now and I could breathe easier knowing he was dead. Julian tried to lighten the mood making a joke about the interior designer and clean up crew getting

The chattering around me grew and I could feel a warm hand brushing my hair. I was curled up underneath the thin white sheet. I thought it was Nathaniel touching me so I opened my eyes, surprised to see my sister-in-law. Abigail smiled as I scanned the room around me but the edges of that smile trembled. Her mascara was smudged and I could see where tears had left her eyes.“Hey. You’re awake. You’re safe.” She said the words without conviction and I saw she trembled. Whatever she had seen tonight was heavy. I could see that much.I didn’t feel safe. The words should have brought me peace but it didn’t. Her face was a reminder of all that we had lost tonight. My neck ached and my body felt worn like I had run a marathon, but I sat up pulling the sheet with me. I was still in my pajamas, blood soaked into every thread. I looked like an extra in a horror movie. College girl #2 who dies before the second act. That’s how I felt at least.Abigail brushed the hair out of my eyes and jo

By the time I reached the ballroom, reinforcements were patrolling the grounds heavily. They hadn’t bothered turning off their car engines and I could hear the roar of 15 SUVs guzzling gas nearby. The air buzzed with radio chatter as groups did another sweep of the estate. It was a relief to see trustworthy people in this space that had been violated with rogues. I wasn’t fully aware of Sasha’s operation, but I was extremely surprised to see he had many more men than he let on. For once, I wasn’t upset about the misguided assumption. He barked orders with the kind of precision only decades of discipline could carve into a man. He wasn’t a foreigner to war, having fought several historical ones himself. The guards move in synchronized lines, sweeping the perimeter. A few of them carried flamethrowers. It was a crude but effective weapon against rogues. The sound of fire licking across the grass filled the space between the crowd. I stood at the stairs, watching the sunrise catch

The air in the basement is thick with fear and stale air. I descended the steps slowly, hyperaware of my every move. Down here, the bodies had already been removed and puddles of blood were the only evidence of a fight. At least only in the hallway. I peered into the bar area, the door hanging by a hinge. Seeing Lucien’s blood satisfied me little at this moment, but I did feel the wave of relief knowing it was over. At least for now. I still didn’t know what cadet houses we could trust. An investigation would happen next. More lives lost no doubt, but the necessary culling of the enemies wasn’t negotiable. I would kill every threat to the Accord and my family and then I would wash my hands of this mess.I walked into the front of Cassia’s office and all heads snapped to me. My every move was watched like a hawk as the room went dead silent. Their eyes begged questions, but mine only had one thing they were looking for. Margot. As I walked, the crowd shifted. People scooted around the

I drifted in and out of sleep. It grew quiet as the adrenaline left everyone’s bodies and pure exhaustion took over. We were safe but the shadow of doubt hung over us as we waited our chance to go upstairs and survey the damage. All I wanted was to crawl into my bed and cry. I couldn’t grieve. Not really. Not here. Deep down though, I knew I couldn’t handle seeing the chaos leftovers that lingered in the hallways above me. I waited patiently, not wanting to see any more dead bodies today. Grieving meant that I would eventually need to make plans for my father’s funeral. I expected my cousins would need guidance with my aunt’s will. I wondered how we would frame this. A car accident? I was glad it wasn’t my job to come up with that lie. Julian and a guard had taken turns dropping off food and blood for us. It was nothing special, homemade pizza and blood bags, but taking that first bite I realized how out of touch I truly was. It felt like a privilege to eat, like I was so lucky to b