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“I see. The portion has become a thorn in your flesh.” I stiffened. “You know about it?” She smiled brilliantly. “There are no secrets from the gods.” Kaelan’s expression looked as stoic as ever. “Can it be undone?” The priestess studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nodded. “It can.” My heart leaped. “How?” She turned her gaze to me. “Through sacrifice.” Kaelan's body became stiff as he asked. “What kind of sacrifice?” The priestess didn’t respond to Kaelan's question immediately. Instead, she came a bit closer to us and placed a frail hand over Kaelan’s chest.

Sam takes a deep breath before saying: "The Sacrifice, which is my final sentence, is an ancient rite performed by demons to punish traitors. It is a brutal ceremony that takes months to complete. I will probably be the main attraction at the next one. After my exile, I learned that my entire army; everyone under my banner... They were executed." Shandra is horrified by the revelation. Although Julian had told her something similar, hearing it from Sam's own mouth touched her deeply. She can hardly imagine the suffering Sam has faced and still faces as a result of his actions. Sadness and compassion flood her heart.

The Bride Thief had been the one to show it to her. It was just an illusion to mess with her head, to buy her to his side. It couldn't be true. Eli would never do those things in the dream. Eli was good. He also loved her. He would never let his Right-hand woman slew her throat for a sacrifice. The dream was just an act of manipulation she would never let herself get played by. "What does this sacrifice entails?" "Giving up two hundred prepared souls. How that would happen, we don't know. We haven't been able to find out who she is, no one comes across her and lives."

“I don’t give a shit. She’s just a whining, crying kid.” Tessa seethed. Her daughter was wonderful and precious. Totally innocent and sweet. It took everything inside her not to stomp over there and beat the shit out of the bitch. “But Hallie can’t give you information. I can. I know everything you want to know. Every. Single. Thing. So let the baby go, and I’ll come with you in her place.” Tessa gasped. “Zy!” Did he know that meant certain death? Was he really willing to do that, sacrifice himself to save Hallie?

“You heard her. The bridge is unstable. If you don’t anchor your power here to heal me, we both perish in the void. It’s basic arithmetic. Sacrifice the part to save the whole.” “I’m done with your arithmetic, Nomo!” Sofia shouted, spinning around to face him, her eyes burning with a violet intensity that made the surrounding silver trees shiver. “And I’m done with being told what to sacrifice. Every vampire in the Covenant spent years taking pieces of me. Zilo took my freedom, the Triad took my name, and now this realm wants my only defense? No. I am not going back to that world as a defenseless Dhampir just so you can play the noble martyr.”

"If the father is 'Deleted', the 'Redemption' is void! The Reader wants a 'Sacrifice'!" Silas didn't pull away. He "Accepted" the strike. He let the rusted scalpel sink into his chest, but he didn't bleed description. He "Caught" the blade with his own gold-and-sapphire marrow. "You want a 'Sacrifice'?" Silas snarled, his eyes turning a solid, glowing gold. "Then take the 'Total Remorse' of a man who has already died once for his son!" The Shadow-Heir let out a shriek of agony as Silas’s "Biological Remorse" flooded his grey-static form.

When he left, I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. Heaven folded her arms. “You think everything has to be done so straight?” she said quietly. “Nothing’s for free. Sacrifices are necessary.” “It doesn’t have to be the innocent ones,” I shot back. She touched my hair gently, pinching my chin. “You don’t know what it was like for me—staring into the eyes of my killer and calling her Grandma. Years of calling Denise ‘mother’ and Rowen ‘father.’ Every year my hatred grew, and that’s enough reason to sacrifice anything and everything.”

Yet, Calvin only viewed me as a selfish, self-centered woman. "Heather Shea, how could you be so selfish? Lottie's life is at stake! If I have to walk over, I'm walking over! It's safe enough in this house, and I'm only taking some of your supplies. You're always so petty. This is why you'll never compare to Lottie." With that, he shoved me aside and picked up his bags, ready to leave. I caught hold of his pant leg. "At least leave me something. I'm pregnant. Are you really going to just watch me die?"

“I’ve done nothing but destroy Lena. If my death can save you, save all of you, then it’s the least I can do.” The figure raised a hand, silencing the room. “Sacrifice is not merely about death. It is about relinquishing what is most precious. Zara, what you offer is steeped in guilt, not redemption.” The words struck Zara like a blow. She shook her head and balled her fists. "So, what do I owe you?" The figure’s gaze softened, an unsettling contrast to its earlier tone. “What do you believe is worth giving?” Zara faltered, her breath shallow as her mind wrestled with the question.

Ines, who had remained quiet through most of the exchange, went suddenly, completely pale. "Yes," Mireille said gently. "The text is specific. A binding severed through the sacrifice of the one who created it, rather than through the child it was placed upon, requires the binder to offer something of equal weight to what they attempted to steal from the child. In this case, the network intended to steal Lena's instinctive fear, her capacity for self-preserving caution. To sever that binding through the binder's own sacrifice, rather than the child's, Ines would need to offer up that same portion of herself instead." "No." Ines's voice came out sharp, immediate. "I'll do it. Whatever it costs