Page 109 of Cursed Heirs

Panting, I looked down to see blood pooling beneath me, the damage he’d wrought.

But that wasn’t all.

While I was still bound the same way, there were tubes attached to me now.

They were embedded in either wrist like IVs, the tubes dripping blood into buckets.

“Why… why are you taking… my blood,” I asked, now realizing why I felt so groggy and out of it.

“To prevent you from healing too quickly and finding comfort.”

Oh my God.

“Why?”

“To reinforce that there’s only one way out of this—until you’re primed again and become mine, anyway.”

“What… way?”

He gestured at the chains. “Those aren’t imbued with black magic anymore. You can break them by using your magic.” He moved back and opened a black metal box that was now beside the chair he’d been sitting in before.

He lifted out an object that I recognized as the Orb of Vorlav from my messed-up memories of being in the Dark Fae Realm with him.

“This is now prepared with the Dark Fae Prince’s blood. It’s settled nicely. It awaits an influx of celestial magic now in order to fully activate to the point of me being able to commence my spell to subjugate all magic-wielders to my will. So, break the binds, use your magic, and it will feed the Orb for me.”

“Never,” I rasped.

He smirked. “I thought you might say that.” In the next moment, he snapped his fingers and the air shifted, and a dozen of his acolytes—these all from his vampire unit—burst into the room.

They were snarling in moments as they scented my addictive blood.

“Unleash your magic, or they’ll keep feeding on you until you reach the brink of death. Once you’re healed—slowly, I might add, seeing as though I’ve made you weak by drawing a lot of your blood already—I’ll have them do it again and again. As someone who’s been on the brink of death before, I’ll warn you that it’s not a very nice sensation. In fact, it’s terrifying. So we’llsee how long you can resist giving me what I want in the wake of that.”

He stepped up to me and grasped my jaw. “Last chance to avoid all of this nastiness.”

“I’d rather die than—”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “Oh, one more thing. You should probably know that, while you’re unconscious at points during this ordeal, I’ll be filling you with more black magic. Saryan Hart is siphoning it out of you, bit by bit. But to be clear, this will be too much for even him. He won’t survive it. So, yes, the longer you resist, the faster he fades. Killing the father of your love? Now that’s going to be hard to live with.”

He released me and stepped back, grinning with victory.

“What? No, you can’t do—”

He snapped his fingers and my words caught in my throat as the vampires descended on me.

No! No! No!

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~Talon~

AnObsidianevent.

This one was unlike any other.

We weren’t partying or letting our powers and abilities loose for pleasure, amusement, or experimentation this time.

Nah, some real hardcore shit was going down this time.

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