Alistair's POVThree days later, the smell of decay began to rise from Seraphina's body.I had to face reality."Prepare a funeral," my voice was dry. "A private one."Her coffin was placed in the most remote corner of the garden, right where the burned memorial tree had once stood.I dug her grave with my own hands."Alistair..." My mother rushed to my side. Seeing my hands, covered in dirt and blisters, she began to weep. "My child, what are you doing...""Go back to the convent," I said without looking up. "You are not needed here.""But Seraphina...""I said, go back!" I roared. "All of you, get out!"Terrified, my mother was led away by the servants.I dismissed most of the staff, keeping only a few essential servants.Then I gave the order: seal the duchy.No one in, no one out.Because what I had to do next could not be disturbed.It was just me, Damian, and Liana in the cellar.That's all that was left of us.On the first full moon, I took Damian to the sacrificial chamber.Lia
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