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His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”

I jumped to my feet. “Goddess!” “There isn’t much time.” Her voice echoed softly, strained with effort. “They’re watching us .” My heart raced. “What happened?” “They have your blood.” “I know.” “You don’t understand.” She looked toward the closed door as though sensing unseen eyes. “Blood carries more than life.” My stomach tightened.m“It can become a bridge.” “A bridge?” “If left unprotected, someone with sufficient knowledge may be able to trace your power… or interfere with it through the blood they possess.”

"You lied. You’re not helping me. You’re—" "Using your blood for the ritual," Alan said. "Yes. We are. The Blood Moon is close. You’re the key." "You're sick," I spat. "Levi trusted you." "Levi is weak," Alan said. "He chose you over everything. He deserves what he’s getting." "You’re poisoning him," I whispered. "Of course," Alan smirked. "His death clears the way." Rage ripped through me. I lunged at him, but my recovering body betrayed me. Alan caught my wrists, twisting them behind my back.

She was still our sister. I turned back to the man because I did not know what else to do. I feel the heat at the tip of my fingers spreading all over my body. With the fire still burning in me, all I wanted to do was to burn the man who was still smiling evilly at me, and that is when I understood. He held real power, the kind that makes even the Vampire Lord cower before him. But what he was, exactly, I could not tell you even now. Some things do not explain themselves. They just are, and you either survive them or you don't.

I muttered. “Is that too much? You’ll get it by just selling one house. Heck, that’s less than your company makes in a day!” I shrugged her off. “You should’ve known this would happen. You knew I had money, and you could’ve lived a good life with me. But you already trampled on my good faith.” “So you won’t give it to me?” She glared at me. Then she started crying again. “No, don’t kill me. I won’t bother you anymore. You rich people are powerful. I wouldn’t dare mess with you!”

“Something about my slight tendency for recklessness being a good match for my gift.” “Oh yes,” Jackson says, dry, rolling his eyes, “yes, let’s give the reckless one the power to burn cities to ash.” I laugh, giving him a little rabbit punch as chastisement, but Jackson laughs too and presses a kiss to my head. “So, you think the same thing happened?” I ask, resting my head back down on his shoulder. “When you got your gift?” “I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? I don’t think the allocation is random. Some…God,” he huffs out a disbelieving sigh here, “gave me this…power. And I don’t know why.”

I give him a confused look, “not to mention that no matter what anyone does your still bound to me by blood that can’t be changed sorry.” I can’t help but see red as I’m being told that another one of my choices in life have been taken away from me. How dare they all think that I am going to willing go along with all this again, nope not happening assholes. I will my power to come forth unleashing something that I’ve kept contained deep within. I feel my body begin to blaze under my powers control, “No one is going to force me into anything ever again, understood!” As I look at everyone around me I can’t help but revel in the power I feel coursing through me like hot molten lava. It’s all co

Jackson thinks awakening his power makes him untouchable. Aliya thinks love makes her brave. They are both wrong. I turn back to the shattered map, eyes cold, mind clear. Let the world tremble at the return of a king. I will remind them why tyrants are born. And when Jackson comes for what he loves, I will be waiting.

"Don't do it! It will kill you!" "It does already," Sama Arthur answered, and with a silent, unbreakable resolve, let the power flow. The Omega Bloodsong, that single, pure note, was a symphony. A symphony of raw, unbound power. A symphony with a burning, long-held love, but a burning, long-held rage.

I promise as I stand tall, searching for a way out. But there is none, and I don’t have enough power to make it out. Damn.