Abigail’s POV
I hadn’t set foot in Ashmoor since that day in the woods.
Not because I was afraid of Diana.
No.
Because Kelvin saw me, really saw me.
My eyes.
My teeth.
My hunger.
I saw it flash across his face, recognition, then disgust. And I couldn’t afford to let that memory fester in his mind.
Not with how badly I want to marry into his family. Will he… or his brother… ever accept me, after seeing me bare-fanged, trembling over a powerless, screaming girl?
And my father, if this got out, if this hit the press, “San Francisco’s mayor, Dorian Laveau’s daughter? A monster?”
It would tear everything apart.
Everything he built.
So I vanished.
No school. No parties.
No feeding.
Just silence.
Let the whispers die down. Let the smoke clear.
I'll wait for Kelvin to forget.
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