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My fingers trembled slightly, memories flickering through my mind like shadows, incomplete, scattered. I could recall fire. Screams. Pain. And then nothing. He brought me back with blood. He had used the blood of those who were innocent, the blood of those who are allured to my calls. He had called my spirit more than once. He had tried to convince me of everything that was around. But it was the final spec of pins and needles that made me want to come back, that made me determined to be the one to call for the boy that I had chosen to use his blood.

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

“Yeah. Thanks, Vince, I’ll see you around.” The blood on his face and knuckles had dried by the time he got back to the house, but he felt better, more relaxed and he took a deep breath as he headed to his bedroom. “Where the fuck have you been?” Saint asked from behind him. “Taking the trash out,” he said. “Was there a body in that trash, because all that blood tells me you had some fun.” Wilder huffed out a laugh. “Nobody died, it’s all fine. I just needed to get it all out. You know how it is.”

I grab my bag from where I dropped it by the door and leave, pulling it closed behind me as quietly as I can. ***** I sit in the car for a long time before I can make myself drive. The steering wheel is cold under my hands and I sit there staring at nothing, trying to figure out how I’m supposed to do this. I want to stay here with Jonah and Mara and fight until we’re okay again. But I can’t. Because if I don’t go back, if I don’t finish the contract, Mom dies. It’s past ten by the time I get back to the mansion.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

He is breathing heavily and I can see he wants blood, he wants revenge he wants the head of whoever did this. I stand up and walk over to him and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, I know it won’t do anything for him hell it doesn’t do anything for me either but it’s something to keep myself busy. Adrian looks at me and I see the concern on his face, he also gives me a squeeze on the shoulder but when he pulls his hand away it’s covered in blood. We both stare down at it and then that’s when I feel the blinding searing pain rip through my back.