Prisoners Of Love
didn
ed. The dream was still fresh in her mind - the one where she stood on a cliff, holding the dagger. Where D
g her grip on
only just starting t
ame th
and Damian stood on the other side, dressed
," he
moving. "So you can
o the sarcasm. "You asked what I wanted
hesi
but her mind whispered, if you don't
ed him throu
-
to was not like th
candle wax. Symbols were etched into the floor in a perfect ring. In
eside it. One was empty. One held what looke
lace?" she aske
sealed for generations. Only blood of bo
ned. "Bo
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
e. "Choo
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
e didn't, she'd never escape. No
eyes... and tou
-
exploded fro
e, she didn'
ough her arm, b
by one, a chain reaction of ancient power. The f
lted into her hand - no
-
w ever
ding in the
kthorn, smi
her over the blad
ppiness di
the blade was made to contro
she
blade inside
bloodline would neve
-
d as the vi
o her knees,
beside her
you h
ook he
him. But he... he betrayed her.
red at her
a whispered. "She was t
thing for
ce: "So the Blackt
e was wrong too. She ran
ked at e
ar. Just two people stand
eyes on the glowing s
ens now?"
aint smile - th