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~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “The cruelest thing you can ask a father to do is choose between his son and the world. And the bravest thing he can do… is not wait to be asked.” “The old kings built cathedrals to survive history. I built a button.” — Lorenzo De Rossi

Mother said evenly, as if we were negotiating a treaty she hadn’t wanted to win. “I promised I would,” I said. It didn’t help that I said it without shaking. That in itself was a small victory. Father looked more steely. “Without Sampson.” The name was a gauntlet tossed across a divide. “Yes,” I said. I did not hedge. “Without him.” “That tale,” she said, cutting. “The story you brought home from that school. From that asylum. It doesn’t tally with the son we raised.” Their son. Not your brother. Not the defector. Not the man who had tried to weaponize me.

“I know, but as the eldest daughter…this is the way it has to be.” Sydney copied my sigh and slumped her shoulders. After a beat, she picked herself back up and sat up straight, crossing her legs on her seat. “So, who’s the mystery man? Do you know who it is yet?” “Some party boy.” I rolled my eyes. “He’s the Vice President’s son.” “Wait,” Sydney said, raising her hand to stop me from speaking. “Are you talking about Cal Booker?” “You know him?” I asked, surprised.

And his son is the same. Tbc…

-His friends repeated, looking at each other and surprised by the word. -Brother, what's wrong? You look pale. -Hey... -Girls, come on, leave at once, please. We won't be needing your services tonight. -The girls who accompanied them got up somewhat annoyed and left, feeling like losers. -Now, tell us what you said. -I don't know, that call I received was very strange and has left me confused. -I thought your father was dead. How come he's calling you now to confuse you? -It's not that. A boy... a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble.

my son, who, to others, was still the chief spirit judge, declared, his voice carrying authority that silenced the murmurs in the room. "I will read all the deeds you have done—both evil and good—from the Book of Life." With a flick of his wrist, a large, ancient tome appeared in his hands. He opened the book, his expression unreadable. As his mother, I could tell it was still difficult for him to sentence his father to whatever fate awaited him.

"I'm sure Mom will love it." His grin widened. He started to sort his books one by one, while I folded some school clothes that were on a chair. The task should have felt ordinary. After all that had gone on it felt like almost a treat. No hospital monitors, doctors or bad news. Just a father and son preparing for school. I just finished putting away some books when my phone buzzed. Instinctively, I pulled it out. Vivienne's name appeared on the screen. My heart immediately sped up.

The man fell to his knees, eyes wide with awe. “Go,” the Bastard Son said. “Tell the others. I am not hiding. I am building.” They did, trembling. That night, a fire burned outside the shack. Shadows flickered. He cleaned his blades slowly, methodically. One man stepped forward from the darkness, unarmed, calm. “I’ve come to see if the rumors are true.” “Rumors?” “They say the Valenti blood is alive again. That the bastard carries it in his hands.” Lucia’s son did not flinch. “Then you see correctly.”

They could hear the Alpha breathing softly in his Father's Mating Chamber and immediately they knew they had found him. He took his hand away from the sleeping Pup and ordered Kael to bring the boy to a room they had prepared for them. Kael agreed and carried his son and as they walked out of the Alpha's bedroom, his eyes wandered to the bookshelf he knew would hold the Book Of Neer. He must find a reason to come back here and search for that book. Dare needs that book if he must defeat the Alpha Of Alphas, and he needs that book to be free from Dare’s vows.

my son muttered. My heart ached to see his teary eyes. I placed the book he had given me on the nightstand. “Dashiell,” I held both his hands, “no matter what happens, I won’t leave you. We’ll stay together as a family forever.” “Really?” he sobbed. I nodded. “You’re my son. Your father is my husband. Keane and I won’t leave. So you don’t have to worry.” “You promise?” the boy asked.