Semua Bab BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT: Bab 101 - Bab 105

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Move, Doctor! If you trip on that coat one more time, I’m leaving you for the Ashen Fang to find," Sofia hissed, her voice a sharp blade cutting through the humid, stagnant air of the Abribi tunnels. She gripped Dr. Hector Byrne’s arm, her fingers digging into the worn fabric of his lab coat. Every few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder, her indigo eyes searching the shifting shadows for the telltale flicker of Triad tactical lights."I’m trying, Sofia! My lungs aren't calibrated for a sprint through the city's sewer system," Byrne wheezed, his face a ghostly pallor in the dim, green light of the algae-covered walls. He stumbled over a rusted pipe, nearly pulling them both down into the sludge. "Why are you doing this? You should have let the Decree take its course. Saving me is just painting a target on your back that’s already the size of a billboard.""You have the information, Doctor. That makes you the only thing more valuable to me than my own

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Stop staring at the map like it’s going to grow legs and walk us there, Nomo! It isn’t in the Deadlands. It isn't even in the Citadel's high-security vaults. My mother didn't hide it where the soldiers look; she hid it where the priests pray," Sofia snapped, her voice echoing off the damp, moss-slicked walls of the drainage tunnel. She shoved the tattered journal back into Nomo’s chest, her fingers tingling with a frantic, cold indigo energy that made the very shadows around her feet recoil."The Sanctuary? Sofia, that’s the heart of the Triad’s religious territory. It’s where the Crimson Rites are performed. It’s the most heavily guarded consecrated ground in the entire Abribi District," Nomo replied, his eyes wide as he gripped the journal. He stumbled slightly as they waded through the ankle-deep sludge of the old city's underbelly. "If we go there, we aren't just fighting guards. We’re fighting the collective psychic weight of every blood-union ever

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Open the gates, Phuwin! I know you’re watching the scanners, and I know you can see exactly what I’m carrying," Sofia shouted into the intercom at the Citadel’s reinforced perimeter. She stood alone in the center of the bridge, the night wind whipping her hair into a frantic tangle. Behind her, the Abribi District was a silhouette of rising smoke and neon, but ahead, the Montague spires gleamed with a cold, predatory light. She clutched the heavy, pulsating leather bag to her chest, the Heartstone inside humming a low, ancient frequency that made the very air around her shimmer with frost."The gates are locked for your own protection, Sofia. The Decree has turned every shadow in this city into a blade," Phuwin’s voice crackled through the speakers. It didn't sound like the man she had known. The warmth, that silk-wrapped iron she had grown accustomed to, was gone. In its place was a dry, hollow tone that sounded more like a judge than a partner. "You s