CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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CHAPTER 14: DANCE OF DEATH
(Selene’s POV)
Devereaux moved like a shadow.
One moment, he stood at the top of the staircase, a cruel smirk on his lips. The next, he was gone.
I barely had time to react before something slammed into me—hard.
I hit the marble floor, rolling just as his blade whistled past my throat.
Fast. Too fast.
I sprang to my feet, twin daggers flashing as I parried his next strike. Sparks flew. Metal clashed against metal. The sound echoed through the grand hall, a violent symphony of war.
Devereaux grinned. "I’ve missed this, Huntress."
"Shame," I snarled, twisting away. "You won’t live to enjoy it."
I lunged, aiming for his ribs, but he vanished again, his speed unnatural, inhuman.
A sharp burn flared across my arm.
I bit back a curse, glancing down. A thin cut, just deep enough to sting. A warning.
Damian snarled behind me, shifting, his claws tearing through another vampire guard. "Selene—"
"I’m fine," I gritted out. "Stay on the others!"
I couldn’t afford distractions.
Not against him.
Devereaux circled me, his red eyes glowing. "You’ve gotten slower, Vaughn. Or perhaps you’re just…tired."
I forced my breathing to steady. He was trying to get in my head.
And I wouldn’t let him.
Not when I had come here to end this.
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(Damian’s POV)
Selene was fast. But Devereaux was faster.
I could barely keep up with their fight, the clash of steel ringing through the manor.
But I didn’t have time to focus on them—because I had my own battle to win.
A vampire lunged, fangs bared. I caught him mid-air, my claws ripping through his chest.
Another came from the left. Then the right.
They thought I was weak. That I was still cursed.
They were wrong.
I tore through them, my body moving on instinct, my senses sharper than ever.
Then I smelled it.
Blood.
Not just any blood.
Selene’s.
My head snapped up, my chest tightening.
She was still standing. But barely.
A long gash ran down her side, her breathing labored. Devereaux smirked.
Rage ignited in my veins.
I didn’t think.
I moved.
In a blur, I was beside him, claws slashing—
He dodged, but not fast enough.
My claws raked across his shoulder. Deep.
His smirk faltered.
"Ah," he mused, glancing at the torn fabric, the blood seeping through. "So the beast still has some fight in him."
I bared my fangs. "You have no idea."
He laughed. "Then let’s see how much you’re willing to bleed for her."
Then he disappeared again—
And when he reappeared, he wasn’t coming for me.
He was going for Selene.
And this time—
I wouldn’t let him.
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