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Chapter 7

Word Count: 1092    |    Released on: 08/09/2026

Sanch

eavy oak door flew open with a violent crash tha

len

ld like a whirlwind, her silk skir

her, his usually composed ari

e my chair, her hands hoverin

me in ragged,

ning up my wrist, the color drained from her

e sobbed, the tears spilli

ch me, but pulled her fingers b

arm! Why didn't you say anything? Why did y

," I said softly, trying to pull

worse than

air snapped, his voice vi

r, his tall frame trembling as he

r at the gates. Mrs. Perkins did not act alo

into tight, white-knuc

ial... to scald her like a common stray on my

ler rushed in, breathless, carryin

doctor wheezed, immediately se

sin of cold boiled water, and severa

" Dr. Miller murmured gen

e water and began cleaning the dirt a

hot knife scraping ac

roat, my vision swimming

id not

not pu

rhythmic, staring at the small bras

own thigh with horsehair while vampire siege

gonblood poison di

urn was

e, astonishment written p

ands working with practiced speed as he lanced the worst bliste

oody murder when I clean

d, her voice cracking with fresh grief as she pr

ain because no one there c

he doctor wrapped clean white linen around

g his instruments, footsteps

through the

nds, she carried a small, carved white jade contain

ra said, her voice form

d and presented the jade

rlene's injuries," Elara said, her words d

e-Bone Salve from

er gaspe

there are only three jars left

over cowardice," Elara continued,

g boots and escorted to the ancestral shrine immediately. He i

ed a heavy, sh

is apo

at the third bell,"

her forgiveness. If he refuses, the Matriarch will have him se

es, letting out a r

ancestral shrine was a punishment reserved

pride of an

ll shall be done," Alistai

oom, his heavy boots echoing with deadly purp

to me, lingering

Matriarch does not like to

only Elena and I remained in

the cool white ja

l skirmish

r frost of the shrine stones, and the highest authority in House Bea

g dark of the ancestral crypts, a storm wa

rs, the bitter cold sinking into his joints like needles. He had mad

learn humi

d learn

ke him far more dangerous than

in that life-young, helpl

tter how many roads I changed, would

rite the destiny o

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