BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
It wasn’t steel but bone, carved with sigils that glowed as she spoke.
“Do you know why the serpent devours itself?”
“To die,” Bianca said.
“To be reborn,” Valentina corrected. “The blood eclipse will open the Gate, but it needs three generations: the grandmother, the mother, and the child. My blood, your blood, Luna’s.”
Bianca’s breath caught. “You won’t touch her.”
“You already have,” Valentina whispered. “Every nightmare she dreams, every spark in her veins it’s my legacy, through you.”
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