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She began to research the rumors of Drake's presence in the city, trying to find any leads that could help her track him down. As she dug deeper, Helena found that there were several sightings of vampires in the area over the past few weeks. Some claimed to have seen a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, while others described a more shadowy figure lurking in the alleys. Helena knew that she needed more information to confirm if any of these sightings were related to Drake. She reached out to some of her contacts in the area, asking if they had heard anything about the elusive vampire. After a few hours of searching, she finally got a lead. A bartender at a local dive bar had over

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

When the door opened, the light caught his wire-rimmed glasses, making his eyes invisible behind twin reflective discs. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair combed smoothly back from his forehead and light skin that seemed to glow in the dim cellar light. I couldn’t help but think of Dr. Cullen from those vampire movies—Carlisle Cullen. The irony wasn’t lost on me that my jailer and his medical accomplice shared a name. Good vampire, bad vampire—both feeding on me in their own way.

“Dawn. Dawn makes this different. He wants her to go with him and knowing him, he’ll try to talk her out of it… and he’s a vampire!” It was then that he began to make more sense. Vampires were manipulative creatures and it would only take him a small smile here and there to convince Dawn into going with him despite knowing the down sides associated with it. They were always so good at convincing people that I was sure that she may end up following him this minute.

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My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

Dawn never quite arrived. The Witchfire storm burned the horizon white, then guttered to ash, leaving the sky the color of old iron. Smoke drifted in ragged curtains across the broken bridge, carrying the metallic tang of spells burned out and bodies that never were. The Dominion ranks had withdrawn before sunrise—orderly, eerily silent—leaving only scorched glass and sigils cooling like brands. Kaelira stood at the cliff’s edge until the last echo of marching faded. Her wolf paced under her skin, restless. The witch in her counted breaths, measuring the way the bond dragged and then steadied, dragged and steadied, until Zevran’s pulse matched hers again.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

He groaned deeply, burying himself inside me as he followed, spilling into me with a broken curse. We stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and blood and heat while a dead body in the pool of his own blood stayed on the floor watching us fuck. When he finally pulled back, reality crashed in. The body. The blood. The mess. I slid off the counter, legs weak, heart heavy. “I hate you!” I said quietly. Damien looked at me, wounded in more ways than one. “I know,” he replied.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali