CROWNED BY BLOOD
There is a curse feeding on this bloodline," he says, his voice like silk over razors. "It feeds not on hatred as most curses do. But on something far more insidious on love that has been twisted and corrupted by fear." I narrow my eyes, fighting the urge to leap across the table and shake answers from him. "What exactly does that mean? Stop speaking in riddles." "If you chase desperately after what hides just beyond love," he murmurs, seemingly unbothered by my anger, "if you reach too far in your desperation to protect, it will feed voraciously on your very soul until nothing remains." I feel a cold shiver crawl up my arms despite the warm room, raising goosebumps across my skin. "What hid