บททั้งหมดของ System Of Blood: To Crave Survival: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 2Lucy's POVI don’t even remember how many glasses of wine I had that night. A waiter came to the rooftop and tapped me on the shoulder. “Ma’am, are you alright?” I looked back and nodded downwards. “Please, we are closing in 10, ma’am.” The waiter walked away, and I looked at my phone to check the time. “11:23 pm… The night is still...fucking...young,” I mumbled, drunk.Behind me, footsteps clicked against marble. I turned, expecting to see a waiter coming to clean up the mess, but the room was empty. The sound came again.Click, click, click.like high heels on stone, but there was no one there. The lights flickered, and for just a moment, the city below looked different. Darker. The buildings seemed to shift and bend, their lights glowing with a red light. In the reflection on the glass cup, my face looked like a stranger's, hollow-eyed and haunted, with something staring back at me.Then the moment passed, the lights steadied, and the city returned to normal.I looked at

Chapter 4Lucy's POVThe path he led me down wasn't really a path at all, just gaps between crumbling buildings and piles of rubble that might have once been streets. My legs felt like jelly, and I had to stop and lean against a wall every few steps to catch my breath."Keep moving," he said. "We're still too close to where that werewolf attacked us."I nodded and pushed myself off the wall, following his dark figure through the fog. The makeshift bandage around my throat was already soaked with blood, dripping down my shoulders, and I felt like my throat was going to come off any second."What's your name?" I asked with a low voice."Amon," he said without turning around. "Amon Claremont-Diaz. And you?""Lucille. Lucille Reyes…" I paused. "Or I was, anyway. If I'm really dead like you said."That caused him to stop and look back at me. His face was all sharp angles and shadows in the dim light filtering through the fog. "You don't remember dying?""I remember falling. My sister…" The

CHAPTER 6Camryn's POVThe next three days were hell.Amon woke me before dawn each morning, dragging me out of my tent while the camp was still dark. The language lessons came first, two hours of Lenorian vocabulary until the words blurred together and my head pounded."Again," Amon would say when I mispronounced something. "You need to sound natural, not like you're reading from a textbook."Then came combat training, which was less training and more Amon beating me into the ground repeatedly."Too slow," he said on the second day, after knocking me flat for what felt like the hundredth time. "Down here, slow means dead."I spat dirt from my mouth and glared up at him. "Maybe if you actually taught me instead of just throwing me around…""I am teaching you." He offered his hand and pulled me up. "I'm teaching you what it feels like when something stronger than you wants you dead. Get used to it."By the third day, I'd learned to anticipate some of his moves, to roll with the impacts

CHAPTER 8Camryn's POVTwo days after Mrs. Harriet marked me, I killed my first anomaly.It happened in Sector 9, an industrial area that manufactured textiles before the anomaly surge. Now it was just rows of abandoned factories with broken windows and machinery that had rusted into unrecognizable shapes.Amon took me out alone, said I needed to learn how to handle a hunt without relying on a group. Claire and James were deployed elsewhere. The two of us were walking through fog so thick I could barely see five feet ahead."Remember what I taught you," Amon said quietly. "Stay alert. Listen for sounds that don't belong. And when you see it, don't hesitate.""What if I freeze?""Then it has the upper hand to attack you, and you die." He said it simply, like he was telling me about the weather. "But you won't freeze. You survived the church. You know what's at stake."We had not talked for long when we found the anomaly in one of the factory buildings, near what used to be a loading do

CHAPTER 10Camryn's POVHelena returned at dawn, just as she'd promised.I was already awake, sitting outside my tent and watching the camp come to life. Hunters stumbled out for morning drills, their faces exhausted from overnight deployments. The smell of whatever passed for breakfast drifted from the mess area."Have you decided?" Helena asked bluntly."I'll take it."She smiled, and this time it looked almost genuine. "Excellent choice. Pack your things. We leave within the hour.""That fast?""House Rosetti doesn't waste time, Miss Chavez. You're an asset now, and assets need to be deployed efficiently." She glanced at my tent. "Though I suspect packing won't take you long."She was right. Everything I owned fit into the same leather satchel that had held Camryn's journals. A change of clothes, the journals themselves, and the knife Amon had given me. Three weeks of living reduced to one bag.Amon found me as I was strapping the satchel closed."So you're going.""Yeah." I stood,