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ess, mated and marrie
pire nor werewolf; he was not
Kaelen killed hi
ned every drop of my ma
Kaelen came seeking my heart to ens
r lesson? Tell her to offer up her heart,
h, he fell to his knees before my grav
pte
, I was Elara, a pureb
a phantom, a spirit tet
no body temperatur
over the only thing I had lef
s depletion of his magic, Lucian was trapped i
en two worlds, ac
f-breed, a walking symbol of the Princess who ha
onster, a hairless, scentless anoma
he was my
watched the elder vampires kick him into the mud simply
ary, resting silently on a slab of mag
hispered, his voice echoi
mune to the biting chill, and curl his ti
s and began to ch
ewolf bloodline-flared in his palms. He would press his glowing hands
throwing myself over him. "Lucia
rough his trembling shoulder
d briefly regain a soft, pale hue, and
rever trapped in a child's shell. He was five hundred years old, yet he sacrificed
the crook of my freezing neck. "I can't hold on much lo
om tears that vanished before they even hit
ing daily routine was
father, was coming. He wanted to t
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