Stolen Identity, Forced Marriage
He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood.
The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense.
Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.
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