LOGINThe throne room was like an icebox, and not just because of the architecture. The atmosphere in there was so toxic you could practically taste it, like licking a battery that had been sitting in a puddle of bile. Caius was standing on the dais, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he was five seconds away from deciding which one of these snooty Elders he wanted to decapitate first.I was standing beside him, with my hands in my pockets. I was wearing a simple coat, something that didn’t scream I’m the secret weapon. I kept my face blank, my eyes dull, acting exactly like the human pet they wanted me to be. It was hilarious, honestly. They were sweating bullets, terrified of what I might be, and I was just standing there thinking about how much I wanted a damn coffee.Then came Elder Vane, the guy with the eyes like frozen pond water. He was the biggest prick in the room, the one who’d been the loudest about me being a stain on the lineage. He stepped forward, his robes
Lysandra scrambled backward, her hands shaking, her royal robes torn and stained with the grime of the shop floor. She didn't say a word. She couldn't. She just turned and bolted, vanishing into the night like a frightened rat.I watched her scrambled out, my heart still thumping with that weird, electric rhythm. "She’s going to tell them everything," I said, turning to Caius. "She’s going to tell them what I did. What I am." i whispered.Caius walked over, his presence washing over me, cool and firm. He took my face in his hands, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. He didn't look worried, instead he looked satisfied."I know," he said. "And that is exactly what I need them to do.""What?" I asked, confused."They’ve been stagnating for centuries, Andrea. They’ve grown fat on tradition and comfortable in their arrogance. They think they know the limits of the world because they’ve never been challenged." He leaned down, his forehead against mine, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying
The air in the shop didn't just turn cold; it curdled. I was in the back room, trying to force a stubborn, rusted padlock to melt just by staring at it, when the front door didn't just open, it exploded off its hinges.I didn't need to look to know, I felt the intrusion like a splinter in my brain. There were four of them. Cold, arrogant, and smelling of stale incense and centuries of decayed ambition and Lysandra was at the front, flanked by three of her lapdogs, they looked like soulless enforcers."Julian," I hissed, but he was already moving. He didn't stand a chance, not against four of them at once. He lunged, trying to buy me time to get to the back, but they were too fast. One of them caught him by the throat, slamming him against the wall with enough force to shatter the plaster, another one drove a jagged, silver-tipped blade through his shoulder, pinning him there like a butterfly in a display case."So little pet" Lysandra said, her voice was a silky, poisonous whisper
Caius didn't look, he looked at me with a kind of predatory pride. "There’s something we’re missing. The Pact doesn't do this, I need to know exactly what you are, and I know exactly where the answers are buried.""You mean the archives?" I asked and he nodded, his expression hard and completely unfazed. "The deepest vaults. It has scrolls that hasn't been touched in centuries. If there’s a legend of someone like you, it’ll be there." he said."You know Lysandra already tipped them off right," I said. "They’ll be waiting for you."He let out a short, cold laugh. "Let them wait. They’re subjects, Andrea, and they’re forgetting their place. I don't need to sneak into my own palace to handle a few disgruntled nobles. I’ll walk through the front door, turn the Court upside down, and be back before you finish your next lesson." he said.He wasn't bragging; it was just a statement of fact. He ran the world, and the idea of being afraid of his own court was beneath him. He just needed to cle
Julian’s smirk widened. "Exactly. She’s not just a weapon. She’s a conduit. You two have no idea what you're actually capable of, do you?"Caius looked at the flower, then at me, his gaze shifting from dangerous to something much more complicated. "We’re just getting started."The shop was quiet, except for the soft thump of my heart and the way my skin felt like it was humming. Julian and Caius were watching me like I was a science experiment, and honestly, I kinda felt like one."Alright," Julian said, pacing the room while Caius leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, that intense look never leaving his eyes. "We know you can jump-start dead matter. You brought that rose back. Now, let’s see the range. Close your eyes."I did as I was told. The moment I shut them, the world didn't go dark, it went wide. It was like I’d been viewing the world through a keyhole and suddenly someone kicked the door down. I could feel the house, the street outside, the damp earth beneath the flo
It was intense, overwhelming, and somehow, perfectly right. I felt his memories, his strength, and that terrifying, cold resolve he’d carried for ten thousand years, all pouring into me. I grew… heavier, stronger. My senses expanded until I could hear the heartbeat of a mouse in the alley and the vibration of the cars miles away.When I finally pulled back, gasping, I felt like I could bench-press the house. My eyes were glowing so bright I could see the reflection of the shop lights in his dark pupils."Good," he breathed, his voice ragged. He didn't look drained; he looked proud. "Now, we see if you can use it."He didn't give me a break. He shoved a heavy iron pruning stool across the floor. "Forget the flowers, put your hands up." he said.The next few hours were a brutal, beautiful mess. He didn't treat me like a delicate human anymore. He came at me with speed that would’ve killed a mortal, his movements fluid and unpredictable. I had to rely on that new, heightened perception t
I spent the rest of the day trying to get my head straight. The black gown in the wardrobe was stunning, it was a dark fabric that clung in all the right (and terrifying) places, making me look way more powerful than I felt. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror for a long time, barely rec
The air in the vault felt charged, like the split second right before lightning hits. Caius held me tight against him, his hand splayed across the small of my back, pressing me into the hard lines of his body like he was trying to fuse us together. My pulse was going crazy, this frantic drumbeat in
The dinner had been straight-up ridiculous, silver platters, crystal glasses filled with some shimmering red liquid that looked way too much like blood, and Caius sitting across from me the whole time, watching every tiny movement like I was a bug under a microscope. I hadn’t eaten a single bite.
The air in that massive penthouse wasn’t just cold, it was thin as hell, like the whole place was sitting at some impossible altitude that was actively trying to suck the oxygen out of my lungs. I hadn’t moved an inch from where Caius had left me. My feet were killing me, and my damp waitress unifo







