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He liberated her as she was left out of oxygen. "This time you would be punished to hell. You won't forget who I am." Aaron said as he inserted his canines inside her neck. She screamed at the pain as he was draining her blood mercilessly causing her to arch her back. She started punching him but he didn't budge. After draining her blood from the jugular vein he without any warning inserted his canines in the crook of her, where it pained the most. She started feeling dizziness but he wasn't ready to stop. He was taking out his hatred and revenge.

After those words, Amber could not hold back her anger anymore. "Stop! So., what you're saying is that you're choosing to save Tara, but you're not going to take her place, are you?" Ethan's face was dark, as he silently locked his eyes on me. Amber waved a hand, signaling her men to release her. The newly-freed Tara did not show the slightest bit of fear. She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird.

"No. He is the male primal blood – you are the female primal blood. Two extremes of the same curse. When they merge, the world will collapse and be reborn." Evelyn stepped back, her breath quickening. But in her heart, a familiar voice — deeper, more familiar — echoed: "Don’t listen to him. Evelyn… don’t let the black blood inside you control you!" Lucien. She gripped her head, pain overwhelming her, and collapsed. The black blood poured out from her palms, flowing up her neck. Callen raised his holy staff, roaring: "Now return to your origin, Heart of Blood!" From the staff, a beam of white light shot toward her. Evelyn screamed, but instead of retreating, she charged forward. The two oppos

"And watch you choose them over me?" "I'm not choosing them over you. I'm choosing all of us over more war." Rowan's hand extended, palm up. "We can end this. Right here. Stop being weapons in someone else's ancient conspiracy. Silas is dead. Cassius is dead. Their plan died with them. Unless we keep it alive by continuing to act like enemies." Vivienne's hand trembled. Sera felt the blade waver against her skin. "They killed my family," Vivienne whispered. "Witches killed my entire bloodline three hundred years ago. How do I forgive that?"

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.

Five men inside three standing, two sitting near a metal chair in the center. Maria was tied to it head slumped, blood on her temple, but chest rising and falling. Alive. Relief hit me like a fist. Then rage. One of the standing men tall, scarred, O’Malley’s lieutenant from the photos laughed at something on his phone. I raised my hand: hold. Alessio leaned close, breath against my ear. “Three on the left are distracted. We can take them quiet.” I nodded. We split me and Alessio left flank, Rico and the others right.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.