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Her thoughts running wild more than ever. She couldn't move an inch. It was like her feet couldn't cooperate with the rest of her body anymore, the pain built up in her chest, exploding through her whole body. Who could have thought she would cross paths with a werewolf on the night of her birthday, to be precise? Are they even real?

Shaid, cried falling into Shadows arms. “She has one more wish, she just has to make sure she makes it count.” Charms said, crawling over to Shaid who was still sobbing in Shadows arms. She looked at Charms and sniffed, and nodded. “I wish we all could get to the dragon and get out of here safely away from the Leviathan and the Ocean God.” Shaid said, as she held onto Shadow tightly. “You're wish is my command.” Charms eyes glowed, her hair flying around her, as she stood up in walked around the boulder. She was in a trance, as she said words none of them recognized as everything around them stilled.

Forced me to kneel. Nothing like being recognized as the Shadow King there. I was rather limp and obedient. Then the chant grew louder. The room was becoming darker too. A voice, not mine, spoke from my throat. "By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed,

Surprisingly tidy, the cottage looked as though its owners had just taken a quick break. A shabby armchair by the fireplace had a plain wool blanket folded neatly over its back. Selene placed the satchel on the table and pulled out a chair. She took out the Book of Dark Shadows with steady hands. Under her fingertips, the leather cover felt ancient and chilly. As she opened it, the old pages turned with a whisper and her chest constricted. Every word she read made her heart pound in her ears. She found the chapter on ancient pacts and rituals she was looking for by skimming the table of contents and tracing the titles with her finger.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

Damien chuckled, “I will behave. What would you like me to do?” “I need to gather more herbs, but you will have to stay here. I don’t want you to burn up. Maybe you could look over the books I took from the library. You might see something in them that could be helpful.” “Very well,” agreed Damien. I went out to gather some herbs. When I came back in, a few hours later, he was still reading, but looked up when he heard me. “Anything?” “It’s a fascinating read. The nullifier charm, naturally, combine with the enlargement spell, but I assume you’ve already have that in play.” He eyed up my basket of herbs.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

She had handled all of it with the focused patience of someone who had spent two decades waiting and found that waiting had made her very good at the kind of work that required you to stay calm when the process moved slower than the urgency demanded. When it was done she came to the vampire kingdom with two trunks of books and a third trunk of everything else, and Pip appointed himself her official guide with the same intensity he had applied to Aldric, and Orla assessed her over dinner in a way that was partly medical and partly the evaluation of someone deciding whether a new person was worth knowing, and concluded apparently yes on both counts.

But I couldn't stop myself, I felt hypnotized as I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, “Astra descendit, Tenebrae ascendit,” Lady Marietta's eyes gleamed with approval. “Excellent. Now, open the book to page 314 and read the passage aloud.” My heart raced as I opened the book, the pages crackling with an eerie energy. The words on page 314 seemed to leap off the page, burning themselves into my retina. “This is the spell of shadow manipulation,” Lady Marietta said, “with this, you will be able to control the very darkness itself.”