Chapter 35
“The debt of a life is a currency that never loses its value, even when the hands that hold it are stained with blood.” — Unknown The shadow in the thicket was no longer a ghost; it was a predator. Cassius could feel the heat of the silver bullet vibrating against his spine, a rhythmic poisoning that made his vision swim in oily patches of black and gold. He knew he was seconds away from paralysis, and a paralyzed soldier could not defend his Queen. With a sudden, violent movement, Cassius grabbed Chloe’s arm. Before she could gasp, he sank his fangs into the delicate skin of her wrist. "Cassius?!!" Chloe’s scream was a thin, high-pitched thread of terror. He didn't take enough to kill. He took only what he needed—the fire of her life-force, the Healer’s blood that acted as a cata
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