Axel “Time is running out, Axel,” he said, no greeting, just business. “You have one week. You need to come to Greece. To the usual place. You know the preparations that have to be made.”A memory flashed, sharp and humiliating. Not a memory of sight, but of sensation. The cold, unforgiving bite of reinforced silver chains against my wrists and ankles. The sting of the needle as they injected the concoction meant to dampen the fire in my blood. The taste of my own rage, metallic and hot, as I fought against all of it. And the worse memories—the times the chains had strained, the times the drugs had felt like water against a forest fire, and the times where my bloodlust had won. The aftermath I was never allowed to see, only clean up.“I know,” I said, my voice flat. “I’ll be there.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. A suspicious one. “You’ve never been late before, Axel. You usually come months in advance, to… acclimatize. What’s keeping you?”The image of her face, lau
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