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“Micah—what if they’re right? What if they’re trying to breed? But not just with anyone? With the hybrids? With the born vampires and the witches?” I said quickly.

“Is that even possible?” Micah whispered.

“Of course it is. Think about it. Hybrids, while incredibly rare now, if they possess some sort of magic as humans, when they’re turned, they’re even more powerful than your average turned vampire because they already have vampire genes. The born vampires are some of the most powerful in history. If you were able to breed with those females.”

Micah paled. “Why? Why would you even try that?”

I shrugged. “Simple. Power.”

“But I didn’t even think it would be possible now until you were—” Micah started.

“I know, I know. But you and I both know that not everyone believes the legends are true and they’ll try anyway,” I finished.

He leaned back in his chair and stared toward the ceiling for a few moments. “Allie wants me to turn her. She said she doesn’t want to be weak anymore.”

I stared at him as I thought it over. “I’d never force you to do anything of the sort, but it isn’t a terrible idea, Micah.”

I rose from the chair and glanced over at Allie. Her eyes were still filled with sleep, but I could tell our conversation woke her.

“Before you go, I just wanted you to know that The Midnight Run burned to the ground earlier tonight. One dead. Any ideas on how that happened?” Micah asked.

I glanced back at him and shrugged, but I caught the smile growing on Allie’s face as I left the room.

Chapter14

Blood & Sex

Raiden

It’d been a few nights since Silvana and I had tortured and killed Joel. I was trying with all of my willpower to give her space, but I was failing miserably. Now that I’d seen her, spoken to her, damn near tasted—I couldn’t stay away.

I was back to stalking from the shadows. Mostly because I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure how to woo a female, much less a female as magnificent as Silvana.

Fuck. Even her name tasted bloody good in my mouth.

I needed her like trees needed the sun and fish needed the sea. It wasn’t just surface level; it was Fates-deemed, I’d decided. I felt like a juvenile poet, and I hated it.

I’d watched her every single evening since she walked out of The Arcane Theater. She was truly a female on a mission, killing and torturing as she saw fit. But tonight I couldn’t stay. I had a meeting with my court and Micah would notice if I wasn’t truly present.

So, I watched her stroll through the fog-riddled streets for one more moment before returning to the manor to fulfill my duty as the ruler of the Court of Shadows.

I nodded to my guards on duty as I walked over the small bridge that linked the manor with the dark streets of Darkmoor and headed to my office where I knew they’d be waiting.

However, before I arrived, Micah stopped me.

His sandy blond hair looked disheveled, and his bright green eyes appeared tired, so I knew he’d been working in his office for a while.

“I was on my way to my office to meet with you and Bastian before we meet with the coven leaders. Where are you off to?” I asked.

“Nope. No meeting there tonight. We’re going out,” Micah muttered quickly as he walked past me. “I need to breathe and get out of here, so I pushed the meetings back.”

“Oh, well, okay then.” I turned and followed him back out of the manor. Bastian was already waiting by the front door.

“I see he told you too, good. Okay, my friends, what do you say? Blood? Sex? Blood and sex?” Bastian stated as he started wagging his eyebrows at us.

“Please stop doing that,” Micah muttered. “None of that tonight—at least not right now. Drinks, yes. No drama or anything of the sort. Please.”

“Oh, I have just the place for you, Micah. Let’s go.” Bastian threw his arms over both our shoulders as he guided us down the streets of Darkmoor.

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