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“C-can you tell me what you're looking for? Maybe I can help?” He kept on rummaging through desk drawers as if he hadn't heard me, but after a minute, he replied. “I've been thinking about what Lucas said, and even though I hate to admit it, there's a reason why I made him my assistant; he's almost always right.” “Right about what?” I queried. “The Council will never let someone with your history be Luna, so we need to blindside them.” He popped his head out of a box. “I was checking these trucks to see if there's anything the women who were here left behind.”

Gadreel said as he crouched near Lucifer’s host. “Indeed It is”. Gadreel’s shocked face was enough proof for Lucifer to know his plan had worked. They could hear him talk, now it was time for him to speak to the female. Lucifer crawled towards the female hissing continuously, his own way of smiling profusely. The female initially did not notice him until he had gotten closer and the hiss got louder. She stopped humming and stared at the serpent who hissed again. Then, a smile broke out on her lips.

The words cut deeper than any wound. I choked back a sob. "Lily...Lily?" My voice broke in as I whispered to my wolf. Nothing. My wolf was silent. She always was. No warmth. No answer. She had barely ever answered. I was alone. But I had to find Sylus. I didn't know what I'd say, what I'd ask. But I needed something... anything. I wouldn't let Aria walk over me. I am the Luna. The title only brought safety to my name as I thought but my life still loomed in fear. I dressed quickly, choosing the best clothes, hoping to appear stronger than I felt.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

“She knew about me… all along?” Lucia nodded. “She didn’t want to scare you. Or worse, put you in danger. So she watched. And waited.” “Where is she now?” Nathaniel asked again, voice firmer. “She’s in Prague,” Lucia said. “But… she left a message for Grace.” From a drawer, Lucia pulled out a USB drive. Grace took it like it was made of glass. The Message Back at their hotel suite, Grace inserted the drive into her laptop. A video file opened.

Their guess was right; Lucia's clone was on Ferin's side. Her name is Aliana. Aliana is a formerly enslaved person belonging to Lucia, a human who gave blood to vampires. About five years ago, when Lucia decided not to drink human blood, Lucia let Aliana go and broke the contract that bound them. Lucia lets Aliana live as a normal human even though Carlen and the higher-ups of the kingdom oppose this decision.

Lucia arrived at the apartment at six forty-seven with her laptop and three folders and the specific focused energy of someone who had been awake all night and had decided that sleep was not going to happen until this was resolved. She sat at the kitchen table and opened her laptop and looked at Dante and Sienna across the table with the expression she wore when she had more to say than she had said on the phone and had been organizing it on the drive over. "Tell me everything," Dante said.

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."

"She came alone. For now" Inside, Damien approached the altar. Lucia stood at its steps, cloaked in black, a shadow-made flesh. The drive sat in a silver case on the altar beside her, taunting. "You came," she said, voice smooth. "How poetic". "You have thirty seconds to explain what the hell you want”, Lucia tilted her head. "Immunity, and Answers”, "Immunity for what?" She smiled faintly. "For who I am”, Damien stepped forward. "You’re a blackmailer. A traitor. A liar”,

She read the names, the locations, the encrypted messages. She smiled. — Finally, someone worth crashing the system for. She began coding. — Lucia sat alone that night, the lake whispering outside. She opened her journal, the one she hadn’t touched since Montenegro. She wrote: “I was born into silence. Raised by shadows. But now, I speak. And they listen. I don’t know if I’m ready. But I know I’m necessary.” She closed the journal, her hand trembling slightly. Outside, the world was shifting.