Adrian's POV I kicked the heavy oak doors of the subterranean chamber wide open, my boots slamming against the cold, damp stone as I sprinted through the flickering purple torchlight.In my right hand, I clutched the small silver flask containing the fresh blood my elite warriors had drawn from the woman’s chest at the Bloodmoon clinic. The dark, metallic scent of the fluid stung my nostrils, but I didn't care about the stench only the life it was meant to save.I rushed toward the center of the dark room, my eyes falling onto the massive granite altar where Lilia lay motionless.Her skin had turned a horrific, ash-grey color, cold as ice to the touch, her lips dark purple and parted in a silent, frozen gasp of death. She was almost completely cold, her chest barely rising, her faint pulse fluttering like the dying wing of a trapped bird."I have it!" I roared, throwing the silver flask onto the stone table right beside the ancient runic carvings. "I brought the blood! Save her!"The
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