Sorry, I'm Just a Weak Little Vampire

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Marcus's private study cl

gar smoke. Genevieve sat in the leather chair opposite

unreadable. He pushed a delicate crystal vial across the polish

arcus said, his voice flat. "Consider it c

ial. The image of Rosalie's helples

d over the crystal. Right as her skin brushed the s

ial slipped f

ed onto the expensive Persian rug. A du

ic exploded into the air, suffocatingly sweet. The dark red liquid

snapped together. He op

e beat h

sucked in a sharp, loud breath, perfectly m

ing violently. "I can't even hold a simple bottle. I'v

esh of her thigh with brutal force. The sharp physical pain brought instant, genuine te

exaggerated trembling of her shoulders.

us let out a short, dry laugh. The corne

, carefully stepping over the shards of brok

ed out a silk handkerchief embroidered wit

rs up to her ears, acting like a stray dog ex

t. He reached down, grabbed her cold hand, and gent

ontrol yesterday," Lord Marcu

the outside, she kept shivering. She brought the

purer batch for you tomorrow," L

her head until her chin almost touched her knee

," she babbled, her tone drip

t her cold, beautiful face twisted into t

gainst the wall. "Sit there. Tell me t

ning. She pressed her ha

"The sunlight burns my skin now. Even t

ser and held out his hand, palm up.

way this time. She plac

dline. With absolute, terrifying control, she suppressed her roaring magic. She forced her veins t

state of her magic, his eyes snapped open. The last trace of suspicion v

go of h

ties," Lord Marcus announced, his tone fina

shaky breath of reli

y. She swayed on her feet, walking toward the door with clumsy

ragile back. The crease b

ed shut behind her, Lord Marcus sla

entered i

dark and lethal. "Find out who poisoned or cursed Genev

y, Genevieve stoo

ine straightened. The fake weakness melted off her f

or of the study. A slow, mo