My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the spot where the vampire had vanished. My father’s crest, stained with blood, was seared into my mind. The fear of losing him, of not being able to save him in time, gripped me like a vice. I glanced at Kieran, whose expression darkened with fury. His protective instincts flared, and I could feel the tension in his body—he was ready to hunt, to kill if necessary.
“We need to move,” Kieran growled, his voice low and dangerous. “They’re playing games with us, and we can’t let them get the upper hand.”
I nodded, but fear and uncertainty churned inside me. I wasn’t just fighting vampires; I was fighting against something much more insidious—a darkness that threatened to consume me from within. I could feel the curse writhing inside me like a snak
