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That came to her, too, the knowledge that every November he drew the name of a girl from Smiths Hollow, and let her go out into the night to be sacrificed. And for what? The town’s prosperity? No amount of safety and comfort was worth all those lives. Her head was getting clearer every moment, and she thought it might have something to do with the ring, and maybe the tree, and maybe the magic that pulsed deep in her blood. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was no time to escape. They were at the tree. He threw her to the ground and though she felt achy all over she was able to move again. She scrambled to her feet and he narrowed his eyes at her.

According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters. Zaira contemplated going in guns blazing since her spies had informed her that only a single vampire inhabited the manor, but then she looked up at the darkening sky and knew that she was at a disadvantage. Even though it was only around one in the afternoon, dark clouds had gathered in the sky out of nowhere, and it kept getting darker by the minute. Soon, there wouldn’t be any difference between day and night.

Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves. Caleb lay on their bed, while Scarlet and Ruth were sprawled out on a pile of furs before the fireplace on the far side of the room. This room was so sprawling, that even with all of them in it, Caitlin still felt alone with her thoughts. In the adjacent room, she knew, were Sam and Polly. It had been a long day, and a long feast with Aiden’s coven and the king’s men, and they were all settling in for the night.

I shook my head as I rushed to the cupboard where I’d left the book and I took it out. I started going through it’s contents in a hurry and that was when I came across the room, it was the exact same picture and it looked exactly like it. I took a big inhale and then an exhale, it wasn’t going to be a little piece of information, this room had being guarded and had punishments that came with seeing it so obviously, I had to get myself ready for the info because this could be one of the biggest informations I had ever gotten my whole life. I flipped through the pages and ny eyes met with one of the greatest shocks it had ever met with as I stared at the book. The page that had the info I coul

Valerie lifted her head, her eyebrows knitted in surprise, “All along?” Adam was approaching the living room, and I gave Valerie’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before lifting my arm away and sitting forward. “It’s a story for another day.” Valerie mumbled how she’d hold me to it, and Adam took a seat with Layla following behind him. It seemed that the witch had made herself at home and was comfortable around my sister and Adam, enough to sit down on the floor and leave the book of spells on their coffee table. “What book is that, and how will it end Elena?” Valerie sat forward and stared at the book with its navy cover and gold pentacle on the front.

That wasn’t my first time in a helicopter but this time, it was so different. Thirty minutes later, the helicopter touched down on a private helipad. We were on a secluded island. The air was warm, thick with the scent of saltwater and tropical night flowers. In the center of the estate sat a magnificent, modern glass villa, glowing like a lantern against the dark shore. But as Davis led me inside by the hand, the first thing I noticed was the silence. There were no staff, servers or even security. It was just us. "Davis, where is everyone? I’m sure this place isn’t always like this." I asked, looking around the whole place.

“Mr. Vale’s schedule is selective. And appointments aren’t guarantees, especially for people who work... after hours.” Oh. This... this hits home. She thinks I'm Leyla, the "stripper sister." My jaw tightens, as my temper is about to volunteer for battle, but I shove it back down. “I’ll wait." The words have barely left my mouth when the office door opens. The entire room changes, ridiculous... but I hate that it's true. But it does. Lucien Vale steps out. His gaze lands on me immediately. “You slept for an hour and twenty-nine minutes."

Valerie's POV The low rumble beneath the chamber refuses to fade. Instead, it grows steadier, like the slow heartbeat of something that has waited centuries for this exact moment. Valerie remains standing beside the ancient journal, her fingers resting lightly against the cover of the Origin Book. Around her, the hidden chamber no longer feels like a forgotten prison beneath the Vane Mansion. It feels like a place waking from a long sleep. The discoveries made inside the journal have changed everything she believed about the Blood Oath.

He has a business that specializes in antique books, and he sells his products to other businesses that specialize in antique books as well as his own. He imports books from a range of sources, and he is one of the non-resellers who has benefited from his services. "Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience." I added as I began to walk away from the room. We should be grateful that Mr. Villanueva is polite rather than resentful of our success. Permit them to get in, and they will have the opportunity to return later. "Please accept my heartfelt apologies for any inconvenience." As long as you remember to check in on yourself the next time, everything is perfect with you, Yhra. I gave