Chapter 7 – Blood Hunt
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Chapter 7
Blood Hunt
Elara hit the ground hard when she jumped from the third floor.
Her knee slammed into a rock. She cursed.
“They’re there!”
Flashlights swept past. She got up and ran. Grass stung her legs.
“Next time I’m back,” she shouted as she ran, “you’re all going in graves.”
The dogs were still barking. Fainter now.
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The alley stank of rot.
Elara slid down the wall and sat. Touched her waist. Blood.
She swore again.
Raphael’s face showed up in her head.
Last time she saw him—was it three hundred years ago?
Or yesterday?
“Wait,” she told the air. “This time, I’m the one finding you.”
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In the Montague cellar, the candles were crackling.
“She escaped?”
Lorenzo kicked over a chair.
“You’re all f*****g useless.”
Isolde sliced open her palm. Let the blood drip into fire.
“No need to rush,” she said. “The Blood Pact’s already in motion. She’ll crawl back.”
Lorenzo licked his teeth. “I want her alive.”
“Dead works too,” Isolde said, smiling.
“We can still drain her power.”
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On the cliff, Elara was surrounded. Five of them. Black masks.
A knife came down. She didn’t dodge.
“Can’t foresee your own death, can you?”
The one with the knife laughed.
Elara dropped to her knees.
Then saw him.
Raphael. Standing in the rain.
“Don’t sleep,” he said.
She blinked.
Blood ran into her eye.
“I’m not f*****g sleeping,” she muttered.
Grabbed a rock.
Swung it.
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