Marked by my father's enemy alpha
“You told me the ones coming were bounty hunters. You said we were going to make history. So tell me—what is this?”
I held his gaze, forcing myself to remain steady. “They wouldn’t just barge in,” I said calmly.
He laughed—a hollow, empty sound. “And why not?”
Instead of answering immediately, I lifted my hands. The two vials of Lumina glimmered as I raised them into his view.
Tarlok stared at them, confusion etched across his face.
“What are those,” he asked, “and how does that help us now?”
“This,” I said evenly, “is the same substance that subdued Damien.”
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