My blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius, swapped our heir for his precious Lilith’s, then had me burned to ash. I woke up in the past, found a witch, and used my own blood to end the ritual.I stepped out of the witch’s den, my fingers cold, clutching the amulet that would fake my “pregnancy.”The void left by the terminated ritual was nothing. Not even a fraction of the pain I felt when Lucius drove a blessed silver dagger through my heart in my last life.Hate had frozen my blood solid. I no longer felt useless emotions like grief.The heir that should have been his was gone forever.The sports car sped toward the Covenant’s manor.In the distance, Lucius’s Rolls-Royce was parked at the main gate.He stepped out, a woman cradled in his arms.Lilith.She was in a white lace dress, her arms wrapped around Lucius’s neck like vines, looking fragile and weak.I pulled up and slammed my car door, making sure they heard.They turned. A flicker of triumph flashed in Lilith’s eyes before she masked
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