Adrian didn’t say much when he arrived at my apartment the next morning. Just a brief knock, and then the door swung open, revealing him standing there like some impossible, calm sentinel. His eyes scanned the room with that unyielding precision I had come to both fear and rely on.
“I need to warn you,” he said. His voice was quiet, but it carried weight. Heavy weight. “They’re not just after you anymore—they’re organizing, and they won’t wait. They’ve realized your blood is more than unusual. It’s powerful. And it’s dangerous for them that it’s yours.”
I blinked. My blood? Powerful? Dangerous? I had already felt it—the strange surges, the premonitions, the way danger seemed to find me no matter where I went—but hearing him say it out loud made it real.
“Why me?” I whispered. “Why my bl
