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The room falls silent, and it takes a second for me to understand what just happened.

Zeph. He used his magic on the vamp.

He protected me.

Roscoe grabs my hand and yanks me back onto my feet, and I brandish the knife again.

“You want to try that again, fucker?”

“Can I just knock them out now?” I mutter.

“Go for it, sweetheart,” Roscoe says.

It takes barely any effort to knock all four of them unconscious. The two that are left standing fall to the ground.

“Do you think they learned their lesson?” I ask.

“Next time, maybe go for a bigger knife,” Zeph mutters.

Roscoe whoops, spinning me around. “That was awesome. Intense, but awesome. You fucking smashed it, sweetheart. We’re definitely doing that again.”

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Fabian

It’s a cold, dark worldI wake up in after the ritual fails. I seem to spend a lot of time immediately after where I’m unconscious, but somehow even when I’m sleeping, I know we failed.

I can feel the thing inside of me still, writhing below the surface of my skin.

If anything, we just pissed it off.

When Silver first started talking about the curse like it was almost a person, I brushed it off. Crazy talk from the slightly eccentric witch that lives outside of society’s regular rules.

Now, though, I see that’s not right at all. It’s a malicious entity, sucking on my life force, draining me. And since we tried to get rid of it, it’s been acting up.

If it were just the tiredness or the meat cravings, I could deal well enough. But my body has started spasming, twitching like the curse is wearing me like a glove, testing the fit.

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