All Chapters of System Of Blood: To Crave Survival: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 72Camryn's POVThe afternoon blurred into drilling sessions that felt like combat training.Fabian played the role of hostile House representative, firing questions designed to undermine my credibility:“Why should we believe a disgraced Hunter who abandoned her post?”“How do we know you didn’t forge these journals yourself?”“What proof do you have that you actually saw a Masquerader at the Chancellor’s estate?”I answered each question, refined my responses, and learned to stay calm under pressure. Fabian was merciless—he attacked every weak point in my testimony, forcing me to defend every claim with specific evidence. By the fourth hour, my answers were automatic, precise, and unshakeable.Whitney worked on the presentation—how to stand, how to project confidence without arrogance, and how to make eye contact with hostile audiences without seeming aggressive. She was surprisingly good at this, her military background translating into an understanding of command presence.

CHAPTER 74Camryn's POVI stood in the center of the Convocation chamber, five House leaders arrayed around me like judges at an execution.The silence was absolute. Even the advisors along the walls had gone still, waiting to see if I’d actually dare to accuse the most powerful people in Lenore of conspiracy.I dared.“House Gold’s research began fifteen years before their destruction,” I said, my voice carrying through the stone chamber. “Eugene Breckenridge, their lead scientist, discovered that anomaly parasites have a specific molecular structure that responds to resonant frequencies. He theorized that the right frequency could destabilize the parasites without harming the host.”I opened Eugene’s journal and held up a page covered in detailed equations and diagrams. “This is his original research. Authenticated by Lady Castellan using House records and verified handwriting analysis. It’s not a copy. It’s not a forgery. This is the actual journal Eugene Breckenridge wrote before

CHAPTER 76Camryn's POVThe tunnels went on forever.We ran until my lungs burned and my legs threatened to give out, until the sounds of destruction faded behind us into merciful silence. Miranda led the way with a small light crystal, Fabian and Whitney covered our rear, and Amon's shadows spread wide to detect pursuit.Finally, after what felt like hours, Miranda stopped."Here," she said, pushing open a rusted door. "It’s an old safe house. House Castellan maintained it decades ago for emergencies."We stumbled into a small chamber carved from the cavern rock. Ancient furniture covered in dust sheets. A few supplies in sealed containers. A natural spring in the corner provided fresh water."We will rest here until dawn," Miranda said, with exhaustion cracking through her voice. "Then we move to a secondary location before the assessment."Whitney immediately began checking the supplies. Fabian positioned himself by the door, weapon ready. Miranda sank onto one of the covered chair

CHAPTER 78Camryn's POVI woke to voices.The people talking were whispering, and they sounded urgent. The voices were coming from the main chamber beyond our shadowed corner.Amon’s arm was tightened around me before he was fully awake, his shadows flickering to life in defensive patterns. Then awareness returned, and he relaxed slightly, though his body remained coiled and ready.“Miranda and Fabian,” he murmured against my hair. “Sounds like they’re arguing.”I extracted myself carefully from the blankets and our tangle of limbs, immediately missing his warmth. The cave was very cold now that the heat we’d generated between us had faded. My clothes were scattered nearby. I dressed quickly, trying not to think about last night too much.Amon dressed just as fast, his shadows helping him locate his scattered clothing in the darkness. When he caught me watching, he smiled.“Later,” he promised quietly.“If we survive.”“When we survive.” He pulled his shirt on, wincing slightly as the

CHAPTER 80Camryn POVThe Chancellor looked exactly as I remembered from the estate.His gray hair was perfectly styled. His formal government attire was without a wrinkle. His posture was upright and confident. He walked into the archives chamber surrounded by House Blue guards, his expression calm and mildly curious.Behind me, I felt Amon’s shadows surge.“Chancellor Chavez,” the House White matriarch said, standing. “Thank you for attending on such short notice.”“Of course.” His voice was smooth and practiced. “Though I confess some confusion about the nature of this assessment. Lady Seraphine mentioned concerns about my cognitive function?”“Concerns about infiltration,” Miranda corrected, still seated. “We’ve received credible evidence that Class C threats—Masqueraders specifically—have achieved infiltration capabilities beyond our previous understanding. This assessment is simply a precaution to verify that our government leadership remains secure.”The Chancellor’s expression