Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.
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PE POV: The
surge of cold dread spiked through me. It wasn't just nerv
deep voice of th
nia. Just the most important, inescapable
thetic squeeze-a gesture that felt far from comforting
one, but three beautiful Princes," she chided softly, adjusting the he
puff of air. "It is,
ers, yet the tight crimson sash cinched my waist and the thin fabric closely skimmed my pronounced hips. I wasn't built like a discipli
but I gave her a pointed look. She knew exactly how I felt about my so-call
n acceptable socialite, a suitable fixture for my future consort
ve a problem with," I said
Blood Union, especially now that they had become near-strangers. This night would bind the four of us forever, irrevocably. For me, it was trading one warden
an innocent, but loaded, question: "Wh
," I said, tugging absently on the signet ring dangling from a
ure things will be different once you receive t
enever I'd asked about her arranged Binding Day. My parents proved that
g half as convinced as I needed
again, sharper this time. Mari playfu
murmured, pullin
where "Bloodline Purity and Tradition are the keys to stability." As we drew within earshot of the low, cul
mber in a warm, pulsing light. This wasn't just a ceremony; it was a political spectacle of the highest, most elab
s, full of envy. Fools. Most of them would at least be allowed to choose their own partne
ised marble dais, taking
y were. Zilo,
that temporarily smoothed my jangling nerves. H
ist with familiar anxiety. His dark eyes swept over me like a detached general inspecting a new arma
thing in his emerald-green eyes, unlike the others-a hint of simmering, dangerous heat beneath hi
to make it
rward-laconic, cold, his face stern, without a trace of
said, his voice a low, cold comm
remonial words: "Here is the tie that binds our
in contrast to my father's chill. "Lavinia," he said, his voice a dee
re faded. This isn't about the Covenant. It's about us. Maybe Mari was right.
nsorts. And then Klaus, the formidable one, stepped forward, his expression seve
e a low, hard rasp that silenced the entire hall
w, and undeniable. My father's face cont
e. But our bond is conditioned. We require her to secure the missing artifact of the Covenant-the Sanguine H
ng beat of pure, terrifying realization. This wa