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Lady Vela and Neressa fled immediately, but Celene lingered, her hand trailing along the doorframe as she looked back at me with malicious satisfaction.
“Sweet dreams, Vera,” she purred.
When the door finally closed behind them, I collapsed onto the bed, my legs no longer able to support me. The room spun around me, and I could feel whatever they had given me working its way through my system.
“What did they give you?” Lucien demanded, moving to my side with vampire speed.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Some kind of tonic. They said it would help with my condition.”
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought I saw genuine concern in his eyes. “Vera, look at me.”
I tried to focus on his face, but everything seemed to blur together. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry I failed you.”
“You didn’t-” He stopped himself, his expression hardening. “This changes nothing. The ceremony tomorrow will proceed as planned.”
“Of course it will,” I said, bitter laughter escaping me. “Your precious Celene has made sure of that.”
“Celene is not-” Again, he stopped himself. “Get some rest. Whatever they gave you will wear off by morning.”
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist with what little strength I had left. “Lucien, please. Talk to me. Help me understand what I did wrong.”
For a moment, his mask slipped, and I saw something raw and pained in his expression. “You did nothing wrong,” he said quietly. “That’s the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
He gently removed my hand from his wrist, his touch surprisingly tender. “Rest, Vera. Tomorrow will be difficult enough without you torturing yourself tonight.”
“Will you stay?” The words escaped before I could stop them. “Just until the effects wear off?”
He hesitated, and I thought he might refuse. But then he moved to the chair by the window, settling into it with rigid posture.
“I’ll stay,” he said simply.
As I drifted into an uneasy sleep, I heard him murmur something under his breath, words that sounded almost like an apology. But when I woke in the morning, he was gone, and I wondered if I had imagined the whole thing.
In the dream, I was standing in a cold, dim room. Celene was there, mixing something into a vial. I recognized the smell of the tonic she’d given me days ago.
“You thought it was to keep you weak,” she said, still facing away. “It wasn’t.”
The room didn’t feel real, but everything she said stuck. The tonic wasn’t a sedative or a suppressant. It was a trigger. Something had been dormant in my blood, and she’d known it.
“It’s starting now,” she said.
I looked at myself in a mirror on the far wall. My eyes were the first thing I noticed. The brown was still there, but something new had surfaced underneath-gold, faint at first, then pulsing steadily like a second heartbeat.
The mirror fractured. I woke up.
My room was empty. Lucien hadn’t returned. But the gold in my eyes hadn’t faded.
Something was happening to me. And I wasn’t imagining it.
LUCIEN’S POV
I hadn’t spoken to Vera for three days since the ceremony was postponed.
The ceremony was now tomorrow night.
Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t trust myself around her. Every time I saw her, I remembered the taste of her blood from our first bonding, sweet, intoxicating, and utterly unique. What I never expected was how difficult it would be to look into her eyes and watch the light within them dim because of my choices.
I found her in the east wing, staring out over the estate grounds that stretched beyond our lands, lands that would soon be joined with ours through my union with Celene. Vera’s slender fingers traced patterns on the window glass, her reflection fragmenting as clouds passed over the moon outside.
“We need to talk,” I said, closing the door behind me with a decisive click.
She didn’t turn immediately, her shoulders tensing at the sound of my voice. “Now you want to talk? After walking out on me and announcing your decision to the entire council without so much as a warning?”
“Like I told you, it wasn’t personal, Vera.”
That got her attention. She whirled around, eyes flashing with something dangerous, something that reminded me why I’d chosen her in the first place, before politics and bloodlines had stripped away what was between us.
“Not personal?” Her laugh was hollow, devoid of any warmth. “You’re taking a second mate, Lucien. How is that not personal?”
I kept my expression neutral, even as something twisted uncomfortably in my chest. This was why I’d avoided this conversation, why I’d let the announcement speak for itself.
“It’s about the house,” I said, my voice deliberately cold. “Everything I do is about ensuring our survival, our strength.”
“And I’m what? A liability?” She stepped closer, and I caught her scent, honey and jasmine, tinged with the unique sweetness that had always called to my vampire nature. “Tell me, Lord Lucien, what exactly have I done to endanger the mighty House Shadowmere?”
“This isn’t about what you’ve done. It’s about what needs to be done now.”
“And that’s Celene?” Vera’s voice cracked slightly on the name. “That’s your solution?”
I moved to the window, looking out at the territories that had been under Shadowmere protection for centuries. “The Blackthorne House controls the northern blood banks. Their alliance with the eastern covens gives them leverage we can’t ignore.”
“So this is politics?” Vera pressed. “A strategic move on the immortal chessboard?”
“It’s survival,” I growled, turning back to her. “The council elders have been clear. Our position is weakening. Three neighboring houses have formed alliances that exclude us. The blood supplies have been restricted for two seasons. We need this union.”
Vera crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving mine. “And our union? What was that? A mistake to be corrected?”
“Don’t twist my words.”
“Then give me straight ones!” Her voice rose, edged with desperation. “Why her? Why now? Is it because I’m human? Because I don’t have the right bloodline? Is that why I’m being cast aside like yesterday’s scraps?”
The accusation hung in the air between us. There was truth in her words, truth I wasn’t prepared to acknowledge, not even to myself. The door opened before I could respond, and Celene glided in, her red hair catching the moonlight.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she purred, though her satisfied smile suggested she’d been listening. “I thought perhaps we could settle this matter more… definitively.”
“Celene,” I warned, but she was already moving closer to Vera with predatory grace.
“You want to know why he’s choosing me?” Celene asked, her voice silky with malice. “Perhaps we should show you.”
Before I could stop her, Celene had pulled a small silver blade from her bodice, drawing it across her wrist in one swift motion. The scent of her blood filled the room, rich, powerful, with undertones of ancient magic.
“Taste,” she commanded, extending her wrist toward me. “Show her what real compatibility feels like.”
I hesitated, my fangs extending involuntarily at the scent. “This isn’t necessary.”
“Isn’t it?” Celene’s green eyes gleamed with triumph. “You’ve been denying yourself, Lucien. Denying what your body craves. Show her what a true mate can offer.”
Against my better judgment, I found myself drawn to her wrist. The first taste of her blood was like liquid fire, burning through my veins with raw power. I groaned against her skin, my control slipping as the ancient magic in her bloodline called to mine.
“Yes,” Celene whispered, her free hand tangling in my hair. “This is what you’ve been missing. This is what she can never give you.”
I pulled away abruptly, her blood still singing in my veins, making me feel more alive than I had in years. When I looked at Vera, I saw something break in her expression.
“I see,” she said quietly. “It’s not just about politics, is it? It’s about what flows in our veins.”
“Vera-“
“No,” she interrupted, moving toward us with sudden determination. “If this is about blood, then let’s make it about blood.”
Before I could stop her, she had grabbed the blade from Celene’s hand and drawn it across her own wrist. The scent that filled the room was nothing like Celene’s, where Celene’s blood was fire and power, Vera’s was moonlight and mystery, with something underneath that made my ancient soul recognize something it had been searching for.
“Taste mine,” she demanded, extending her wrist toward me. “Compare us properly.”
“Vera, you don’t understand-“
“I understand perfectly,” she said, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “You want to know which of us is the better mate? Then find out.”
Celene laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Oh, this is rich. The little human thinks she can compete with me? Lucien, show her how wrong she is.”
She still didn’t get it. Most of them didn’t.
My bloodline was old-revered, feared-but it was hollowing out. The strength that once defined House Shadowmere had thinned over generations. Centuries of selective breeding and in-house unions had maintained status, not power. The old families kept pretending nothing was wrong. But I’d seen the decline firsthand. Fewer gifts. Weaker senses. Slower healing. The rot was already under the surface.
Some scholars believed that introducing human blood into the line could reactivate dormant traits-shock the blood into adapting. It was only a theory, mostly dismissed. But I saw potential. Not in just any human-but in Vera.
She wasn’t chosen for her charm or her pedigree. She wasn’t trained, and she didn’t flatter. She asked hard questions. She didn’t back down. There was something in her that didn’t bend, and I needed that.
The bond between us wasn’t just affection-it was a calculated risk. A political move. A biological test.
I looked between them, Celene with her triumphant smile and Vera with her chin raised in defiance. Something in Vera’s expression called to me, something that had nothing to do with politics or bloodlines and everything to do with the woman who had stood by me for three years.
I took her wrist in my hands, noting how small and delicate it felt against my vampiric strength. “Are you certain?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” she replied.