CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
CHAPTER 31: THE PRICE OF HOPE (Damian’s POV) The second I saw the sigils flare to life beneath Selene’s feet, I knew we were screwed. Blood magic. Ancient. Ruthless. Unforgiving. Selene gasped as the energy lashed out, a shimmering cage of crimson light snapping around her. She tried to move, but the spell held her tight. And in that instant, I saw it— Devereaux’s work. The bastard had been expecting us. Adrian—if that was really him—wasn’t just a prisoner. He was the bait. "Selene—don’t move!" I snarled, but I was already too late. She twisted, reaching for her dagger, and the second her blade broke through the energy field— The spell activated. Pain slammed into her. She arched, gasping, the magic sinking deep into her skin. Sigils flared along her arms, her chest, burning
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