The silence that followed the revelation was not the silence of peace, but the suffocating, heavy stillness of a tomb. Cattleya stared at the signature”Rusty Vesper”inked in dark, swirling crimson. It was his hand, his seal, his authority. The betrayal didn't feel like a sharp blade; it felt like a cold, liquid poison pouring into her marrow, numbing her from the inside out.
She was a variable to be removed. A medical error in the ledger of an immortal.
The creature”the repurposed wretch that had once been her patient”slammed its shoulder against the wall, the impact vibrating through the stone floor. It righted itself, its jaw unhinging with a sickening crack, revealing rows of needle-thin, serrated teeth that pulsed with the same violet, sickly light as its veins. It wasn't just a mons
