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Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

He have to build their relationship on these three things if he want to survive the curse. No matter what, he will never let her trust him. He set the plate and sat at the table waiting for her. He has exhausted her body last night. She doesn't feel it because of his magic potion but she needs to eat and get her human energy back. Valerina came down and frowned at him when she saw him sitting at the table. He hardly enters the kitchen let alone sitting at the dinning table. He was looking at her unbothered like he haven't done anything wrong. He looked at her up and down. Her White sundress and long damp hair, her golden eyes were sad and scared but still there was hint of anger and he find

Jason saw none of it. Jason was crouched in the ruins under the observatory, breath held, and heart pounding like a war drum. He’d laid the trap himself,sigils of salt, iron, and a single drop of his blood, hidden in the path between the library and my dorm. If the note-leaver passed, the runes would flare with their true essence. And at exactly 12:07 a.m., they did. A figure in a black hoodie moved like smoke, slipping through the archway. The moment they crossed the threshold, blue fire came out not from them, but from the ground.

He gestured towards Marisa who remained silent “ this is how you repay us?” Damian stilled for a heartbeat, then slowly reached into his coat. “ I came prepared for this moment.” He said simply. He handed Ronan a slim black flash drive. “Show them.” Damian ordered. Ronan moved quickly to the large monitor at the side of the room, plugging the drive in. The screen flickered to life. Gasps filled the room as the cottage played. A night scene at the edge of Blackmoon pack territory. Marisa hooded but unmistakeable, stood beside her personal guard Raul, and a Bluemoon maid named Raine. In her hand was a small drive.