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he asked while looking at Azrael. Azrael ogled at Rad first, “Stole the book after having an argument with Radeuriel. Thought I would blackmail him before returning it, but decided it wasn’t that fun. Peered into the pages and viola, I found that.” she said it coolly like it’s not a big thing. Rad twitched his lips on Azrael’s confession. The discussion continues and Rogziel asked Rad, “How long it has been there?” Rad shrugged as if he condoned what Azrael did, “I don’t know. I’m not the one who wrote things there, I just keep it. Read it not long before Azrael does.” he replied while looking down on his shoes.

Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything. Her last thought— Luca is going to wake up, and I won’t be there. The Sombra Tower flinched before the alarms caught up. Mirrors cracked. Wards screamed. The air tasted like metal, ozone, and burnt sugar. Althea. Ricardo Sombra froze as the pressure wave rolled through their ritual chamber. Elders staggered. Nerisa swore. Hiraya nearly collapsed into the basin, hands shaking. “She flared,” Hiraya whispered. “But something warped it. Something old. And then—nothing. She’s gone.”

The floodlights had dimmed to half-power, casting long, jagged shadows that danced over us like they knew exactly what was coming next. Azrael leaned against a rusted crate, shirt still torn open, fake blood crusted dark across his pale skin. The cold didn’t touch him—he looked too alive, too hungry. His black eyes tracked me like always: slow, deliberate, like he was already undressing me in his mind, peeling away layers until I was bare and begging. Old habits. Dangerous ones that made my pulse throb low in my core.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

It was not my place to judge and frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to do so to begin with. Ezra pulled her towards one of the chairs, pinning her against it. The chair of silver burned her skin the second she lay hand on it. Ezra looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Your brother put silver in his house, a house that he claims he owns, when he knows that a Lycan can burn with silver?” Ezra asked, frowning in confusion as he tried processing what we just saw. “This chair was used to punish those who went against him.” She said, looking down at her lap.

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.