Chapter 13:
*3:18am. 60th Floor. Blackwood Tower.*
Damien laid me down, head on his chest. Heartbeats synced. Platinum bite mark pulsed steady, warm like ember.
“9 months,” he murmured into my hair. “Let Adanna wait. We have 9 months to become stronger than bloodline. Then curse. Than her.”
My phone died after her last text. Black screen, dead forever. But Damien’s buzzed on the nightstand.
Unknown number. Video. 30 seconds only.
Footage: Damien’s father, 3 years ago, in study. Sick. Oxygen tube. Speaking straight to camera. Background: oak tree painting from gardens.
“Damien, if you’re watching this, you claimed her. Good boy. I knew you would. Will is real. But Adanna Keeper has a copy, too. She’ll twist it. Section 7 is a lie she wrote into old law books 50 years ago. Real law:
