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Maybe it was because she’s always around the Alphas’ wing, and I see the way Laziel’s face lights up in her presence. “Now we’re both awake,” she repeated, and immediately stood up to her feet even in her bloodied and weak state. I knew that was Nyra’s force, because there’s no way Melina alone could have survived that strike from me, it wasn’t possible. Her eyes—once the soft hazel of Melina—were now streaked with silver, a haunting reminder that Nyra was very much alive inside her.

His lips gently touched my forehead. "When I taste your blood, I will ask for more of it, dear princess. More of your blood." I felt pain in my heart. I know that. He will crave more blood. And I don't know if I can give it to him. I feel like Yuhe has been betrayed. "But, Wyn. My blood is the only thing that will take away your weakness now. Just my blood, Wyn." Earlier my tears were shed and I don't think they will go away.

Melody smiled while Rachel looked at her. “I would be right back, I need to pick up this call,” Melody said while going outside, stretching out her feet in excitement. She picked up the call as Mary's worried voice occurred. “Melody,” Mary’s voice called out in rapid urgency. “What's wrong, Mary?” Melody asked her, but she couldn't hear her well. “We need the whole team!”... The call broke minutes afterward, while she went back inside, only to see Rachel’s body swamped in a pool of blood.

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.

My teeth caught my lower lip so hard that I tasted the blood on my tongue. “Please... I am no Demon” I breathed out as another tear slipped from my eyes. At this point, I didn't even know what she had in mind, I wondered if I was scared of dying by her hand. “Please? I have warned you many times, but you know, Elowen.” She paused, her blood red finger trailed my face, my breath caught in my chest as I shook my head. “I won't kill you,” she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek.

My mother flinched hard. I stepped forward, keeping Melody safely behind me. “If you have a problem, speak to me.” But I saw that monstrous rage I knew too well, twisting his face. His hand flew up. I moved to block it. Then Melody shoved me hard to the side. I heard her grunt. By the time I turned, she was on the floor. Unmoving. “Mel?” My voice cracked with terror. No answer. Then I saw blood. Dark red, slowly pooling from the side of her head, staining the expensive marble floor.

But that is not my fault. I smiled when I realized everything. "They tried to kill me but they didn't know biting me is a suicide." They are also taking a suicide if they wanted to bite me. All this time, I didn't know that my blood was worse than some other poisonous thing. But having this kind of blood, where did I get it? Or maybe my blood is really poisonous to their vampires. I didn't think much and called Rogelou, one of the students I was scared when I found out he had killed his step father.

the doctor instructed without looking up, quickly scribbling notes, "You're his subordinate, right? Go handle the paperwork for him." With that, Luke was off to follow the orders. "He's got AB-type blood. You should send someone to retrieve the blood now. That's everything," Melody stated. Her brows furrowed as she cast a worried glance at Christopher. His complexion was ghastly pale, prompting her to instinctively check his pulse. This was a reflex for someone with a medical background, but the moment she felt his pulse, her body stiffened. "Wait!" she called out urgently to the doctor.

Lucy yelled. “Are you serious? You’re always in remediation for training.” “That’s why it will be hilarious when I kick your ass. Don’t forget, I have warrior blood.” “You also have homo blood.” “What did you just say?” Lucy's skin flushed bright red as she planted her feet into a fighting stance, her hands clenched into fists. “You heard me.”

The desk is organized chaos, stacked reports, clipped charts, a half written note in Melody’s tight handwriting. Her handwriting. That detail keeps punching holes in my disbelief. I sit in the chair across from her, hands clasped together so hard my fingers ache. My elbow still has a fresh bandage from the blood draw, and the memory of the vial labeled WOLFSBANE sitting in my trunk makes my stomach feel permanently tilted. Melody moves like she’s made of purpose. She doesn’t fidget. She doesn’t hesitate. She collects a small glass, a jar of dried leaves, and a vial of amber liquid, ingredients for a plan.