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68. The Merilure

Author: Priyal Dessai
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-16 03:45:19

[ELARA]

But it’s not possible. We made sure no one followed us. We heard no human heartbeats near the lair.

Lila enlightens me, ‘A vampire’s heart doesn’t beat.’

Instinctively, I move closer to Magnus, my hand latching to his arm in fear. His golden eyes flicker to me, momentarily softening, losing the anger with which he regarded Valen.

I let go, wondering how embarrassing it must look.

So this vampire has been watching us all this while and we didn’t have a clue. Since when has he been around here? The fear of what else he might know is overwhelming. Does he know of the passageway? Of the poison vial Zander handed over to me?

My breathing is loud, much audible in the quiet dark dungeon until Magnus' voice cuts through the place, “I don’t trust you, Lord Valen. Your kind doesn’t have a reputation of being loyal.”

Valen lets out an amused laugh, snapping the book shut. “You need my loyalty, Prince Magnus? I’m flattered. But all I can really give you right now is my curiosity. And
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