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Alistair sent a servant to take a message to Theodore's house. "something is strange though", Alistair noted after the servant had left. "What is strange?", Fife asked. "I shouldn't have been able to wake up that easily. The last time this happened, I was in a coma for a month with a steady supply of blood and red crystals", "What are red crystals?", Elena asked. "precious gems that are used to heal vampires, replenish their energies and boost their powers", Alistair answered her. "so why did you wake up by just taking Theodore's blood?",

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

“I was a guardian once. A keeper of the throne’s will.” Rael’s grip tightened on the book. “You’re saying you served the throne?” “I was bound to it,” Vame corrected. “As all who take the Hollow Crown must be.” Silence. Myrra’s expression darkened. “So you’re telling us someone actually wore it?” Vame’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Once.” Rael flipped through the book, scanning the changing pages. His pulse quickened as he found a new passage, the ink shifting before his eyes.

I'd thought it was a symbol of his love for me, yet he'd secretly stolen the jewelry Mother had given me as a wedding gift and given it all to Camilla. Speak of the devil—Camilla showed up just as I was staring at the rock, and she saw me and Maurice standing together. Maurice headed straight to her like a faithful dog when he saw her. He pulled out a flawless green moonstone pendant from his sleeve and held it out before her. He said, "This pendant was blessed by the priests at Bliss Chapel, Cami. They can keep you safe. Your body is weak, and I'm sure keeping this with you at all times will slowly strengthen you."

Liora said. “Thank you.” Hyacinth said, pouring me a glass of water. She passed it to me, but I rejected it, “I think I need something stronger than water.” I said, feeling heat rise from within me. “Take the water from me, Kael.” She commanded. I drank up, and she poured me another glass. I finished it halfway, still unable to stop thinking about it. “It makes so much sense why she's been asking for the books, why she wanted to keep the room, why they were always… fuck!”

She looked through the thermal scope of her rifle, her breath hitching in her chest. "I saw him, Julian," she whispered, her voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the impossible truth. "Through the window of the solar. It’s Viktor." Julian shifted beside her, his fingers adjusted the rangefinder. "He faked it, Sloane. The stiletto, the blood, the 'death' in the library. He didn't just teach you how to kill; he taught you how to see what he wanted you to see. He was the one who built the Glass Empire while the Volkovs took all the heat."

As she pressed her obsidian ring against the page, the Vance and Vane bloodlines finally merged into a single, unbreakable sovereign authority. "The Archive is insolvent, the Thorne board is liquidated, and the debt is paid in full!" Verina’s voice was a solid, terrifyingly calm resonance that echoed through the library’s foundations, her words acting as a master-override that sent a massive, concussive wave of golden energy through the building. The girl from the tank shrieked one final time before her obsidian frame dissolved into a cloud of harmless, violet vapor, and the Archive’s radiant white eyes finally flickered out, leaving the chamber in a peaceful, absolute darkness.

Even Kyrian cannot reject my control, and you do it with ease, as if I were not your creator at all. The vampire drained his glass and put it on the table. “Okay, enough talk,” Vragenn stood up and approached the girl. Taking the glass from her trembling hands, he drained it in one gulp and threw the vessel over his shoulder. Ira flinched at the sound of breaking glass. “I’ll offer you this,” the Lord looked down at the girl. Fingers pushed back unruly strands, stroking the girl’s sloping shoulder. The Lord's hand slid down, outlining Ira's silhouette.