I was dead tired. My office work had already stressed me out, but compared to everything that happened at the court trial, my time at the bank felt almost relaxing. I was glad that a kind of justice had been served, but the events from my time in the headquarters of the Great Council filled me with anxieties I couldn't even explain.
I knew that the Duke of Calvet had power and authority among other vampires, but the fact that really worried me was that he had already messed with my father twice in one week. He killed Declan, one of my father's warriors, and his entire team, and now he had indirectly caused the death of another important member of my father's pack. Not that any of them hadn't deserved their fate.
Declan alone was responsible for killing half of the pack that once decided to go against my father's wishes. The pack was weak; they didn't pose a threat to anyone, and they only wished for peace. Declan and his team attacked that pack, wiping them all out,
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I painted another awkward smile on my face, thinking that I was turning more and more mute the longer I sat there. I felt like I was some kind of a doll, a decoration that was brought for their entertainment, or definitely Dominique's entertainment. I gazed at her and suddenly saw a flash in her bright eyes. I knew another wicked thought invaded her mind. "One more thing, my dearest, strict brother… How is it that Lilith has your ability?" She smirked, curiously gazing at Sariel. "What?" I mumbled, suddenly feeling more sober than ever. "My brother has always been able to recall every single detail. His memory is absolute." She turned my way and gazed suspiciously at her brother, "I wasn't going to say anything during the trial, but I have never heard that you could pass your ability onto anyone. How did you do it?" She grinned, her eyes impatiently awaiting an answer. I looked at Sariel as well. I had to say, for once, I was as intrigued as she was.
A sharp pain pierced my head, forcing me to acknowledge that I was alive. It took me some time to open my eyes and a little more time before I adjusted my vision to the bright sunlight that stroked my face. As my consciousness was coming back, flashes from last night invaded my mind. In a sudden realization, my hands started to touch my neck, frantically searching for bitemarks. I couldn't find any. Thinking about my current state came second. I was lying on one side of a grand bed. It certainly wasn't my bed. I cautiously lifted the sheets and found out that my dress was gone, but I still had my underwear on me… my black lace, revealing underwear. I looked like I hadn't been raped nor bitten, but I had no idea where the hell I was. I tried to get up. I lifted my head and immediately felt an excruciating headache. I wasn't sure whether it was the hangover, the drug's aftereffect, or both, but it hurt like hell. I sat up on the bed, my hands holding my head in one position. I
I stared at Martha, trying to process everything. I knew well that I would never get the truth by asking Sariel about it. All I could do was pick up the pieces of the story, hoping to put them together. I could only guess that Sariel brought me to his bedroom since he found some sort of guilt within him after his sister's so-called prank on me. He had taken off my dress, but at least he hadn't left me naked. He hadn't bitten me and probably left the room after putting me on his bed. Still, that didn't explain his sudden bloodlust. Did it actually have something to do with me? I knew that people sought sensation where there wasn't any. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. Sariel's revenge was completed. All sorts of emotions must have been crumbling inside him, even though he seemed composed. Maybe drinking all of the blood was his way of rebounding? Nonetheless, as usual, the rumors about what had happened the night before were about to make my life even more complicated than it alread
I had never seen any medic so excited when collecting blood. Doctor Duarte surely couldn't control his constantly increasing enthusiasm while watching the drops of my blood fall into another test tube. At that moment, I already knew he was insane, but his insanity was also his charm. Certainly, he kept sniffing the drops of my life essence as if they were the world's greatest perfume, but my instincts were telling me that his scientific excitement was even greater. When he finished, he bowed down to me, thanking me for the fifth time that I had agreed to test my blood. I would lie if I said that I wasn't curious about his test results. When I was a child, my father, whom I knew had never shared an interest in science, managed to gather a team of experts from among the pack, and they got the results that tagged me as a pricey item. What if their results weren't correct? Or what if I possessed some supernatural ability that I could actually develop and use? I bet that the outc
When my vision became less blurry, I saw a grey wolf lying right next to me. It was embracing me with its warmth. Its large tail covered half of my small body like a blanket. It was huge, yet I didn't fear it. Furthermore, I somehow knew its name, a male human name. His name was Ezra. He was the wolf that protected me from the cold of the night. I sat on the ground observing him. My faint movements woke him up. He raised his large head, stroking my cheeks with his furry forehead and ears. That tickled and made me laugh. He fawned over me. I could barely remember when I felt such happiness and peace. It was almost like I was being loved and cherished by someone. I hugged his huge neck and sank into his fur. For the first time since I lived in the orphanage, I felt safe… We didn't use words to communicate, yet I knew that he had to go before anyone woke up and that I would meet him again in the evening. It was as if I could hear his thoughts. I said goodbye to him, the
From that night, Ezra became my family, the only family I had. I was glad to have him. He not only taught me how to fight, but he also taught me how to cope with the situation I was in and how to act in the best possible way to survive. I learned to pretend that I cared about the teachings the nuns gave the children living at St. Anna's, and that started to work to my advantage. I was given more freedom and lesser labor. The price for that was to accept the tag I was given as the "demon's child healed by God's grace". My clothes were still worn-out and the food I was given disgusting, but I wasn't being watched as carefully as before and that gave me more time to practice with Ezra. Ezra said that I had a talent for martial arts. Although my body was small, he found my agility unique. He taught me certain techniques to use my body wisely, and at the age of ten, I was able to take down a grown, medium-skilled human. At the same time, Ezra discovered that my fighting abilities
My choices were obvious. I could either surrender and suffer abuse until I die, or run away. Ezra often mentioned that I would have to leave here at some point, but some part of me desperately hoped that my father would forget about me and set me free from his surveillance. How foolish I was. I was eighteen years old, and I was about to find out what it meant to live as a fugitive. I couldn't meet Ezra as frequently as before. The wolves were everywhere. I had seen them near the bakery where I worked, and they were always around the building where I lived. Ezra told me that he would prepare an escape plan. He spent two weeks figuring out the best place for me to get out of the pack's influence and the safest possible route to get there. All I had to do was get a false ID. "I don't care about the last name, but please let me stay as Lilith." I looked at Ezra with pleading eyes, "I know this might sound childish, but I spent my time at school being Lucy, and the only t
After my "audience" with my father ended, I was dragged to a guest room, as he ordered. The room was twice as big as the apartment I lived in for two years. There was a bed, a closet, and a dressing table with a mirror. Certainly, this "prison" was the most elegant place I had ever stayed since I was tossed into the orphanage. The hours passed and I was getting more and more restless. I knew I had to get out of there before 10 PM and find my way to the harbor. The room I was locked in was on the first floor. It wasn't impossible to jump from that height, but the security guards were passing by that area every few minutes, not to mention that the security cameras were everywhere. The sun was setting down. I kept staring out the window, measuring how much time I needed to jump down, run to the fence, and jump over the fence. My chances were low. I only hoped that Ezra would figure out where I was and think of some form of distraction so I could escape. Suddenly