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lled of iro
room of the Northern Territory. She could hear it all-the screams of her coven, the clash
t, coppery, suffocating. The kind that lingere
aphi
rough the smoke, sword in hand. His ey
e castle. Her mind struggled to process what was happening. Her parents? Her co
her? Mother?
e time. Someone we trusted... betrayed u
behind him. S
d, someone who had sworn loyalty to her father. Now, he wiel
intruder. "You will not ta
l cl
ainst him. Seraphina watched in horror as the man, once an ally, drove a blade through her brother. His han
ispered. "Li
collapsed
ger, useless against the carnage but a reminder she had to fight. She did not look back, even whe
e collapsed near the river, shivering from grief and adrenaline. The Nightborn
lost eve
e was
thirst for vengeance that would
make them pay. And when she did, the world would remember the Nig
ow in the Southern Territory, concealing her heritage. She move
h, combat, and ancient blood magic. No one suspected that the little girl who had
learned, observed, and prepared. Every night, sh
ad chosen to play
politics, and intrigue. Among those summoned was Damien Valcourt-the futu
ved she
him mour
e saw him again, the man tied to the night her family died, Seraphina would have to c
ould not fall qu

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