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My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Well, I also found her words nonsense. "I said, this is your daughter Melissa Whites." Tamia replied, and I was taken aback by the answer. Did she just say daughter? My father is not a vampire. Heck, I don't even have a father anymore, considering that my parents were murdered in cold blood. " Lisa, how is this possible? I saw you dead in that bed. Your heart stopped beating. I was sure you were gone. How could you ever have a daughter? Our daughter?" He said, looking at me with sadness. I could sense his anguish.

That our daughter— Everything goes black.

I nodded. “She tells me you have a daughter,” he stated. Again, I nodded. “Yes. She’s ten, and Aurelia is your world. Hana is mine,” I stated. “Is there room in that world for my daughter then?” he questioned. I cocked my head, turning to look at him. “Of course, there is. Hana is my daughter. Aurelia is my mate. That would be like me asking you if Aurelia is your world, then where does Mary fit. It’s very different,” I explained.

In the distance, impossible, beautiful and terrifying, a seam split the sky. The Forsaken Gate, I realized with a shock. The barrier between this realm and the world of the living, the threshold that had been sealed when the Cursemaker first dragged me here, was forced open in some moment of desperate strength, by my daughter. My daughter, who should have been recovering from wounds that nearly killed her, who should have been mourning the fall of our ancestral home, who should have been anywhere but here, attempting something that had never been done before. And she was not alone.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?

There are the staccato sounds of his footsteps, a loud bang of the door, but I don't hear what comes after that as words have become distorted to me. "Adelina!" I hear a strangled cry as my mother barges into my room, dropping to her knees next to my fading frame. Little dark dots appear in my vision, slowly until they all melt into a pool of twilight. And before I know it, I am wrapped up in a colourless blanket of peace. <*> A distant echo slowly pulls me out of the grasp of twilight, vision blurry for a second or two before my eyes can finally adjust to the blueness of the strange room.

“Yeah, is something the matter?’ Letitia asked. James said, “She’s no ordinary woman. Her name’s Melinda Theophanes. She’s the only daughter of Hadad Theophanes, the ruler of the universe. As the princess of Mount Heavenly Path, she’s a person of high status.” “Is that so?” Letitia looked at James strangely. Since when did the Macrocosm Ancestral God have a daughter? Why had she not heard of rumors before? Besides, how did James know that she was the daughter of the Macrocosm Ancestral God? Were they acquainted? “You know her?” She looked at James in confusion. James smiled.

"I will ignore the disrespect in that comment this time, as you are my friend, but there was nothing ordinary or low about her and she definitely wasn't a whore. She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King and his Werewolf Queen." "So she is a hybrid. I thought she was just a vampire. That's what your father told me and that explains why it took so long for the silver to kick in, to have any effect on her. It wasn't just fighting to weaken her vampire, but to weaken her wolf as well. Well, damn me... Oops!!!" he smirks, "You know it's a pity you and your sister called in the King. I was looking forward to my turn with her. I have never had the pleasure of forcing a vampire or even a part