Echoes of the Inevitable
The entire manor erupted into action. Elena stood at the center of the chaos, watching as vampires and allies rushed through the halls, gathering weapons, fortifying the wards, and preparing for the inevitable battle. The air was thick with tension, and every breath she took felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge of what was coming. “Stay close to me,” Lucien said, his voice low and urgent as he guided her toward the armory. His hand was warm on her back, a steady presence in the storm of fear swirling inside her. “I can fight, Lucien,” Elena said, glancing up at him. “I know you can,” he replied, his jaw tight. “But you’re carrying the Source, Elena. You’re our most powerful weapon—and Damien knows that. He’ll come for you first.” Elena swallowed hard. She hated being seen as a tar
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