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What?How much did she know?

“You are one of the rare beings who can withstandandchallenge Constantine Vale’s power. You’re needed there. Go now.”

I hesitated, looking out at the acolytes rising again, my army setting upon them, Talon almost free from the net, X being overrun.

Abigail’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “I will see to them. Go now. My daughter needs you.”

I wouldn’t fail her. She was coming back this night. And forever she’d stay.

We wereneverlosing her again.

Abigail uttered the address to me.

And in a burst of purple smoke, I teleported out.

I’m coming, little angel.

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~Alena~

Everything hurt.

All I could smell was the scent of my own blood.

I’d come to a few moments ago, my head swimming and weakness permeating every part of me.

I’d found Constantine leaning against the wall of the basement, arms folded as he watched me in his usual creepy way.

Blood from dozens of vampire bites oozed down over my arms, my throat, my shoulders, my legs, and from the damage Constantine had done between my legs too. My healing capabilities were barely doing anything because I was so weak from extreme blood loss and a lack of nourishment.

I was in the chair again, bound by that special Dark Fae metal, the cuffs binding my wrists to the arms and my ankles to the legs, the same that had been used on Saryan.

The last two times I’d woken up, I’d found myself in the high-backed metal chair instead of hanging from those awful chains. I hadn’t been able to hold my own body weight up any longer after four back-to-back attacks from Constantine’s vampires, then him.

I was now covered in one of their crimson robes. I’d heard Constantine order one of his people to cover me with it so as not to have my nakedness tempt him, along with my blood pooled all over the floor around my chair.

So much for his claimed infallible control. Even he had his limits.

“Must we continue with this ordeal?” he finally spoke after just staring for so long.

“Why?” I croaked. “Growing a conscience all of a sudden?”

“Surely not. It’s grown tiresome.”

“Then you’re shit out of luck.”

With a burst of speed, he was right in my space.

He had me grunting as he grabbed my jaw and squeezed painfully, forcing my weary gaze right to his. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

I frowned as he released me, then whistled, and the door opened.

One of his acolytes strode on in.

One unlike the others.

For one, they wore a black hooded robe, rather than the standard crimson for the rest of them.

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