Maya gazed at the ink flowing on the ledger, her memory etching every word. She avoided looking at Elena or Vivienne. She also ignored Nadia. For the first time since the heavy iron gates clanged shut hours earlier, her heart's frantic, panicked beat ceased racing. It slowed into a cold, heavy, and focused state. No longer just a mortal girl watching a supernatural conflict from the safe steps of the manor, she became its core. She was the weapon, the lock, and the executioner."Julian is asking you to bear the weight of the entire world," Elena said fiercely, stepping into Maya’s view.Her amber eyes, normally blazing with ancient fire, softened into something tender as she looked at Maya. Elena closed the gap between them, her cold, trembling hands gently cupping Maya’s face.The contrast was striking—the ancient vampire, physically shaken, while Maya stood firm like stone."I don't care about the lineage," Elena whispered, her voice cracking with emotion as she pressed her for
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