The witches told me about the prophecy — the one where Kira was the living moroi born of love, and I was both her sacrifice and her downfall. I was destined to end her life, or die trying.
The woman I had obsessively fallen in love with was now my only target.
I was getting ready to meet the hunters. It was time to face my father… and the disappointment I knew was waiting for me.
We were gathering outside the city, at one of our headquarters. The turnout was massive — my father had summoned hunters from all over Europe. That alone meant things were far worse than I imagined.
Elena came with me, representing the witches. She’d been invited by the council to negotiate an alliance against our common enemy.
When we drove in, the sheer number of parked cars and bikes told us enough. Inside
