Adeline’s POV
I knew this was wrong…taking her blood without permission, hiding it away like a thief. But my hands had moved before my conscience could stop them. A single vial, carefully drawn, sealed tight in my satchel. It was Myra’s blood.
I told myself I was ready for the truth.
But the moment I saw the envelope on the tray, that confidence shattered. My fingers refused to move, trembling as though they already knew what my heart didn’t want to face.
Every second before opening it stretched like punishment. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a cruel reminder that once I looked, there would be no turning back. I told myself it was only confirmation, that I already knew what the result would be…but lies are easier to believe when they protect you.
Finally, I reached for it. My hand
