The dhampir
mise of protection. Yet, despite his reassuring presence, unease curled in her stomach. The encounter with the vampi
with strange symbols. He rapped his knuckles against it three times,
door cre
frail old man, hunched with age, but the elder was tall, his silver hair pulled back into a low t
sed, his voice smooth yet edged
ng was lined with bookshelves, old scrolls stacked haphazardly. A fireplace crackled at the far
ever left Evangeline. "I am Aldric," he introduced hi
er throat dry. "I didn'
ly concerns itself with our desires. Te
shaking her head. "I
a dhampir, a rare being born of both vampire and human blood. That alone makes you a threat. To
through her. "Why would
wer is unpredictable. Your blood carries both life and death. It grants yo
finally spoke. "She's already sta
"Is that so?" He studied Evangeline again
stomach twist
blade glinting in the firelight. "Your abilities will only continue to grow, an
rily. "And what exactl
mirked.
beside her. "That
smoothly. "It is essential. She must
survive whatever was coming, she had to know what she wa
pain lanced through her palm. A single drop o
everythin
crackling of the fire roared in her ears, each ember popping like an explosion. The scent of the aged parchment became overwhelming, dro
and strong, controlled despite his tension. Dorian's was slower, more deliberate. Bu
else stirred within her. Hunger.
bl
as if it had burned her. The sen
ction in his eyes. "Fascinating," he murmured. "Your blood sings, ch
r fists, shaking. "I w
ide. It is in your nature. The question is,
tly, his jaw tight
. But know this, dhampir-the world is watchi
ng, Dorian trailing behind with an amused smirk. Her mind was a whirlwin
wed them once more,
as ch
was no tur
d soon, she would have to decide-would
t Aldric's words were more than just a warning-they were a prophecy. Somewhere, hidden in the shadows of
nce before finally speaking. "Yo
t time, she allowed herself to believe th