phin

was a mask of fury and humiliation. He shot one last, venomous loo

ed the Elder, his v

room. Her parting glare promised retribution,

on but brutal in its effect. As the Elder chan

, reject you, Seraphina

ripped through my very soul, as if a part of me was being vio

gaze, and spoke the word

eaumont, accept

ttered. A wave of dizziness washed over me, but it was fol

de, her hand a steadying presence on my arm. Her assistant

ting a mate, even one he despised, took i

sped, clutching his c

s I'd prepared, a final bit of theater. But th

erbl

g everyone that the only thing keeping her alive was the sin

s to cure scars left by silver weapons. It was a gift from my mother's

on my face. It was mine. And I

ged my

us. "But not yet. There is one more thing I r

anded, his patienc

rom your vault," I said

ly. "Impossible. That is

that comes out of her mouth? Or would you rather I let your 'true love' die

e love' with all the

sabelle were at war with the years of her manipulation. But

nally, with a sound of disgust, he ripped a heavy, ornate k

arled. "Let her take the weed.

rough me, but I remained c

deepest part of the manor. The vault door was immense, a slab of iron covered in glo

ncient metal, the

e vault was filled with glittering treasures, but I ignored them all

aves and stem glowing with a soft, e

ched

O

slammed shut, plunging

ther side. "My apologies, Lady Seraphina. The Prince thought you might n

meant to leave

rushed to the door, po

oor, hearing their footsteps retrea

light cast by the magical artifacts. If Valerius wanted to g

rets hidden here, secrets I