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We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Lysandra asks as we run. "Somewhere they'll never think to look." "Where?" "You'll see." We reach the border just as the first hints of dawn touch the sky. A figure waits there. Cloaked. Hidden. "You're late," the figure says. "We're here." I step forward. "Do you have it?" The figure produces a small vial. Dark liquid swirls inside. "Essence of nightshade. Mixed with wolfsbane. Enough to kill even an Alpha." I take the vial carefully. "And the location?"

Now here I am paying for it. I spotted something shiny in the distance, walking towards it, I realized what it was. It seems I do still hold favor with Hades. I grabbed the box, opening it to find exactly what I needed. The DNA of all five of them and their beasts. Blood from each, and parts from their beasts.

“Nothing is mythical if you know where to look.” “Then tell us where to look,” Selene said. “Give us something. Anything.” Thalia was quiet for a long moment, her eyes distant. Then: “There’s a collector. In the Shadowmarket. An old vampire who deals in impossible things. If anyone has what you need, it’s him.” “The Shadowmarket is neutral territory,” Dorian said. “Supernatural Switzerland. No pack law applies there.” “Which makes it perfect for trade.” Thalia met his eyes. “It’s also where Ravenna got most of her rarer components. The vampire, his name is Malachai, he knows her work. Might even know specifically what poison she used if you describe the symptoms.”

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles. “Fuck!” He screamed. The itchiness is too much. But he endeavored to continue speaking. “I knew they are good for the business. Just to inform you, El Diablo is known for providing high-class blood for our customers. Luckily, we just found not just one, but two good sources. We are going to feast on them.” As he spoke, the his skin separating from his muscles greatly disturbs Alpha Lachlan and his Beta. To their eyes, Angelo looks like he just risen from his grave.

“Then you know he’s vain.” Melody’s gaze is ice. “Where.” Kael exhales slowly. “Not in the palace. Not in any normal apothecary. Bloodheat is cultivated, temperature, controlled. Expensive enough that no one stores it unless they’re already planning to use it.” My stomach twists. “Black market.” Kael nods once. “Underbridge Market. East district. Drainage arches under the canal.” Logan’s posture tightens in the doorway. “A maze.”

Everything that he just said flew in one ear and out the other. His gaze softened, “I am fine, Rebekka, we will talk all about it after it is done, okay? Right now, I need a vial of your blood.” I sighed deeply, “I have to come with you,” I said. “What?” he stared at me in confusion, “No, all we need is your blood, you don’t need to be there.” “Actually…” I reached for the book where Damon found the Wendigo and flipped the pages and showed it to him, “It states that the Blood of the Goddess needs to drop directly from the pulsing vein to the beating heart of the beast.”

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo