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“I want to help, so I inhabited Clara and came in person, so to say.” “Okay, well, it’s good to see you again,” Maia said, releasing her from their hug. Susan Hemingway was confused and wasn’t used to such activities taking place. She was witnessing this for the first time. “Sorry, what were you saying about the Blood Lord?” Maia asked. “This is a descendant of the Blood Lord bloodline,” Clara said, looking at Susan. “Oh, yes, Blake said that he had met with a family of Vampires not too long ago. Welcome, dear.” Maia said and hugged Susan as well. “Becoming part of Blake’s harem?”

"Ella, don't scare yourself. You're a pack healer. You just absorb too much negative energy. That's what let the silver poison in." She patted my hand. "It's okay. Just get some rest and eat well. You'll recover quickly." She said it so lightly. Sarah loved heavy perfumes. The strong scent always masked her natural smell. That was why no one could tell that I was actually healthy. I ignored her and looked straight at my parents. "I didn't come back to ask for resources." I took a deep breath. "The healer said my blood is too toxic. I need a transfusion from a direct blood relative to flush it out. Only Sarah can save me."

Information would be permanently lost since the tablet would be destroyed in the debris. Clever. Cruel. But not quite good enough. In a state of failing consciousness, Sera pulled on the bond, not just for comfort but for power. Vampire energy flowed through the connection, mixing with her witch magic. The combination strengthened her shields and bought precious seconds. She felt hands on rubble above her, felt Lucien digging frantically. Felt with frantic certainty that the bond was drawing him to her. She tried to say, "I'm here," but her words came out as bubbles and blood.

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”

“I’m a boy.” A smile twitched my lips, then Tommy began. “I overheard Lucian saying Kai needs blood.” “Yes,” Lucian nodded. “Are you O+?” “No, I’m not,” Tommy said. “Then, why’re you—” “Seraphina’s O+” Kaida gasped, almost dropping Kevin.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

ELARA'S POV The silence in the room became suffocating. The small glass vial sat between us on the steel table, the amber liquid catching the dull, flickering glow of the fluorescent bulb above. My arm was still throbbing where the needle had drawn my blood for Dante, leaving me feeling hollowed out, dizzy, and dangerously light. "If you do this, Elara," Sophia said, her voice quiet as she stepped closer to the table, "there’s no patching over it. You heard Kovac. Your brain is going to force you through whatever they did to you. You might not come back the same."

**Branch Flavor Text:** "Blood isn't just power—it's the river that carries souls home. She healed him with everything she had, because some loves don't let go." Subline secondary skill TREE ACTIVE └─ Blood Typhoon └─ Blood Monsoon └─ Blood Rain └─ Crimson Tide └─ Veinweave (healing) └─ Red Mirage (illusion) └─ Heartstring (emotion manipulation) └─ Pulse Lock (stop a heart or restart it) └─ Scarlet Dominion (global range, single drop required) **[Achievements]** - Sky Court Overthrown (x2) - Xibalba Raided (Crown Retrieved)

“Test both.” Damian’s jaw ticked. Marcus closed his eyes for half a second, like he’d been punched. The nurse nodded quickly and gestured to the chairs. “Please, have a seat.” Needle first for Zara. She didn’t flinch. She was too numb. Then Damian. He stared straight ahead while the blood filled the vial. Then Marcus. He watched Zara the entire time. Three vials. Three labels. Zara Bello. Damian Cole.

His voice dropped like an explosion. I staggered backwards with its hit. My eyes blinked thrice. “What?..” I straightened my face in confusion, “... How come my blood is not compatible with his?” “We can't use your blood, Alpha. He will die from it. We have to find another blood type.” He spoke sharply. “Which type of blood?” I fastened my eyes on him. “He is A+, we need someone in that blood group to donate for him.” My eyes widened and I tightened my fist. “This is not good.” I murmured. Then I faced the soldier before me. “Gather all the pack members whose blood group is A+ immediately.” I barked the order.