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He doesn't desire his blood sister dead does he? He need share his blood and rescue my life. "Are you nuts?" "Are you f**king abandoning me?" "I f**king need your blood" I scream at him. He again halt. He turn smiling to me. I heave loudly. He's certain to share his damn blood. He bite his palm and let his blood drip into the champagne glass. The bite heals. He admire his blood. It's colour, texture and abilities. He smirk. "This?" "You're never getting it" he smash it and exit

I stopped breathing. My wolf growled again. But not in warning. In recognition. Like she knew him. Like she already wanted to submit. Professor Blackthorne stepped around his desk. His hands clasped behind his back. “Blood is not just a legacy. It’s a weapon. It carries memory. And when the blood inside you reacts to someone else’s—” he paused, his eyes dragging over me again, slower this time “—you will not always be able to control it.” I almost choked.

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

“We have long feared the return of those born under the Blood Moon. And now, it seems, that fear has become reality.” A hush fell over the room, the weight of the elder’s words sinking into the heavy silence. Eve’s pulse pounded in her ears as she tried to process what he had just said. The Blood Moon. Again, that name. It was becoming more than just a legend, more than just whispers in old stories. It was real, and it had something to do with her. Luca stepped closer to the elder, his voice tight with urgency. “Explain. What do you mean, feared their return?”

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.

He saw Julian and was on his feet in a second, his body positioned between the door and my bed. “Julian,” Toby said, his voice a low warning. “You’re back.” “I’m back,” Julian said, with a raspy voice. He looked at me, ignoring Toby’s defensive posture. “Lisa. We need to talk. All of us.” Julian didn’t sit. He stood by the window, the grey Seattle light catching the bruises on his neck. He told us about the House of Bone. He told us about the vault, the concrete stairs, and the smell of twenty-year-old rot.