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I swallowed. “To talk.”
“We don’t have anything left to say.”
“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I saw power flicker behind them like distant lightning.
“No, not a mistake,” I corrected, rushing the words. “I was a coward. I let them treat you like you were less, and I followed instead of fought. And now, now I see what you are. What you’ve always been.”
She crossed her arms. “Too bad you needed a transformation and a title to see it.”
“I didn’t come here because of a title.”
“Yes, you did.”
I exhaled hard. “Then maybe I stayed because of something else.”
She turned her head. “Don’t.”
“I’m asking for another chance.”
“You had your chance,” she snapped. “You had three years of chances.”
“I didn’t know what I had.”
“You knew,” she said, voice low, shaking. “You just didn’t care until you lost it.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
She shook her head. “You watched them humiliate me. You let them name me unworthy, and now you want to talk about fate and mistakes because you saw me glow for five seconds?”
“That’s not fair-“
“No,” she said, stepping closer, her voice steel now. “What’s not fair is you dragging me into this again. I have fought every night to unlearn the damage you and your coven did to me. And now, when I finally find out who I am, when I finally own it, you want to bring me back into your story?”
“I want to be in yours,” I whispered.
She laughed. It was cold and empty of any warmth.
“Do you know what I went through after you cast me out?” she asked, her voice deadly quiet.
“Vera-“
“Do you know what it’s like to have your own husband look at you like you’re a burden? To be told you’re not strong enough, not vampire enough, not worthy of the name you carry?”
I flinched. “I was trying to protect you.”
“From what? From being myself?”
“From them!” I snapped. “From my coven, from the other Lords, from anyone who would have used you to get to me.”
“So you decided to use me first.”
“That’s not what I-“
“That’s exactly what you did,” she said, power crackling around her fingertips. “You took everything I was and convinced me it was nothing. You made me small so you could feel big.”
“I was young. I was stupid.”
“You were cruel.”
The word hit me like a physical blow.
“And now,” she continued, “you want absolution because you finally see what everyone else sees. The power. The title. The crown.”
“I see you,” I said desperately. “I see the woman I fell in love with.”
“No,” she said, turning her back on me. “You see what you lost.”
And that’s when the voice came.
“Blood Princess.”
We both turned.
Caelen.
His tall frame stood by the archway, his expression unreadable. But his eyes-his eyes were locked on Vera like she was the only person in the world.
I recognized him immediately.
The advisor from the royal court. The vampire with a reputation for ruthless strategy. The man now staring at her with more than just loyalty.
My blood boiled, as he stepped closer, never once looking at me. “Vera. A moment?”
Her face softened slightly. She nodded once.
I moved before I could stop myself. My fist connected with his jaw with a satisfying crack.
The crowd behind us gasped.
Calean stumbled back, caught off guard, hand flying to his cheek.
Vera’s eyes widened. “Lucien!”
VERA’S POV
“Lucien!”
He charged like a storm, fists clenched, eyes burning crimson. Caelen hadn’t even recovered from the punch before Lucien was lunging again.
I stepped between them, shoving Lucien backward with both hands, hard enough to make him stumble.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, chest heaving.
He pointed past me at Caelen, his voice loud enough to draw stares. “Tell him to stop staring at my wife like she’s already his.”
The world froze.
The chatter around the conclave courtyard silenced like someone had flipped a switch.
Wife.
Gasps echoed.
I felt the weight of every eye snap toward me.
My stomach dropped, then twisted into a slow, coiled knot of fury.
I turned to the guards. “Get him out of here.”
Two of them immediately stepped forward and grabbed Lucien’s arms.
“Don’t touch me,” he barked, struggling against them, but I raised my hand, and they didn’t hesitate. They dragged him through the corridor, past the stunned conclave onlookers, and toward the outer gates.
Just then, my father stepped out from the grand entrance of the palace, frowning.
“What’s going on?” King Aldric asked, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
I turned to him, head held high. “Nothing, Father. He was just leaving.”
He looked past me at Lucien being escorted, his ancient eyes narrowing. “The Lord of Shadowmere?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” His expression darkened. “Perhaps it’s time we discussed territorial boundaries.”
I turned to the guard. “Make sure he doesn’t come back without royal permission.”
The guards nodded.
The crowd slowly dispersed, whispers buzzing like wasps.
I glanced at Caelen.
He hadn’t moved from where he was standing, and he was still watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes.