Prisoners Of Love

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and Damian stood on the other side, dressed

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moving. "So you can

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but her mind whispered, if you don't

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candle wax. Symbols were etched into the floor in a perfect ring. In

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nd the Cruz lines

ou mean... this whole thing,

expressio

rom her. Elena. He thought it would protect us. But instead... it turned on us. She tu

too much. You talk about curses, blood magic, p

you to

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d toward t

it to obey you. If your blood still holds t

at if I

feeling a weight you don't understand. And this -" he pointe

ooked

shimmered faintl

bled as she s

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eyes... and tou

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exploded fro

e, she didn'

ough her arm, b

by one, a chain reaction of ancient power. The f

lted into her hand - no

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ding in the

kthorn, smi

her over the blad

ppiness di

the blade was made to contro

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blade inside

bloodline would neve

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d as the vi

o her knees,

beside her

you h

ook he

him. But he... he betrayed her.

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a whispered. "She was t

thing for

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e was wrong too. She ran

ked at e

ar. Just two people stand

eyes on the glowing s

ens now?"

aint smile - th