SEALED FATE
The moonlight cut through the darkness, casting soft silver over the ornate blackwood desk where Alaric sat, sipping bitter herbal tea he didn’t particularly enjoy—trying to feel human again.
A knock came. Firm. Precise. He already knew who it was.
ALARIC:
“Come in, Lady Maika.”
The door opened and the Vampire Princess stepped through, elegant and lethal, her raven hair flowing like shadows behind her. She moved like a ghost of nobility—graceful, silent, dangerous.
MAIKA:
“You’ve grown perceptive.”
ALARIC (dryly):
“You smell like roses and danger. Hard to miss.”
She didn’t smile. Instead, she handed him a crystal tablet. Alaric read the readings Cane had compiled. The data was detailed—and t
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