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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

But this time, someone found something. A shard of obsidian near the conduit’s base plate. Small. Black. Etched with a half-faded rune. They brought it to Morwen. I knew they would. And I let them. Because that shard wasn’t one of mine. It was a decoy, a copy of the ones I’d placed in the vents days before the first bell. But this one? This one bore a distortion sigil, designed to mimic residual energy from forbidden flame magic. From my kind of magic.

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.