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“Zane won’t stop until he’s dead. Or we are.” I adjust Silas in my arms, his feverish skin searing through my shirt. “Then we make sure it’s him.” The guardian’s voice echoes from the monolith, its form flickering like dying embers. *“The heir’s power is unstable. You must anchor him.”* “How?” I demand. *“Blood calls to blood.”* Its gaze pierces Ryland. *“The Cross line bears the cost.”* Ryland doesn’t hesitate. He slices his palm and presses it to Silas’s chest. The boy gasps, his glow flaring bright as Ryland’s veins light up gold. “Whatever it takes,” Ryland growls, his voice strained.

“I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me.” The fear in my voice is palpable. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. Beads of sweat run down the side of my face and down my neck. I move to wipe it off and then remember the all too familiar liquid that coats my hand like a second skin. Blood. Looking up into the night sky, the stars seem to twinkle, unaware of the turmoil I face. Suddenly a wave of bitterness washes over me. Why do I always have to play the fool? With an angry grunt I swing the knife down. Red explodes into the night. Dangerous and beautiful, my new favorite color.

But she pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. Someone shouted at her, "You can't just do that! I'm calling 911!" She just scoffed, "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Who's gonna touch me? You can call them if you want. If they're still alive, I'm not gonna cover the medical bills. Besides, there aren't any cameras here!" She said that and left. The family died on the spot.

“I can’t do that again.” Hailey watched her for a moment, then said softly, “You’re scared of losing yourself.” “Yes.” “Well, you won’t.” Hailey leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You’ve fought too hard to build yourself to lose it now. You think one man, even Damon Cross, could erase that? Please. You’d set his penthouse on fire before that happened.” A reluctant laugh broke through Elara’s lips. “You think too highly of me.” “No,” Hailey said, smiling. “I think he does. And maybe that’s not the trap you think it is.”

Seeing him close the trunk, I prepared to get in my car and leave. But he stepped forward to block my path again. This time, he grabbed my wrist, despite the motor oil on his hands. "Let go!" I was getting impatient, but I couldn't break free. Victor's eyes burned intensely as he said in a low voice, "Claire, I have something to say. Please give me a little time."

"Maddie, stop crying. I will find Astrid and won't let anyone ruin things for you." After hanging up, he stopped looking at the newspapers and shouted, "Astrid, I know you're right here!" "I'm warning you, this is what you owe Maddie. Besides, you took my money. You can't get away with this! You have two days to upload a clarification video or none of the children in that orphanage will live!" That said, he turned around and strode off, his frame slicing through my soul as he went. Rushing over here was all for Madison, and rushing away now? Same reason.

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

Like flames threatening to swallow me. “If you stay here much longer, you'll be crossing a line you can't pray away.” He doesn't know that. Maybe, I can. “Then don't let me cross it alone.”

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up. And that choice was love.