SOFIA QUISPE“I am going to slow you down. The only way you survive is if you leave me here,” Nomo Holt declared, coughing heavily with a body that was caving in on him, his voice frail but emphatic.Sofia felt the sting of tears, but not from sadness, but from her seething, blistering rage. She crouched beside him in the deep shadow of the crumbling Faerie wall, the damp earth surprisingly silent and cool against her palms. The blood seeping into what was left of his expensive shirt was dark, and it seemed to have a will of its own, refusing to clot."Don't be a moron," Sofia snapped, pushing the emotion away. She wanted sharp words, not sympathy. "This Guardian is tracking the Triple-Blood. It recognizes my smell. If I walk away from you, you'll die. And if you walk away from me, I'll die alone – and then this Guardian will inevitably find me anyway.""This is not strategy," NO_MO countered, his eyes, normally a chilling gray, cloudy with fever. "Logic. I am a Blooded vampire with n
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