AMELIA EAVESDROPPING

Amelia stood just outside the door of Damien’s chambers, her heart racing with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. She had come to confront Damien about the new dynamic with Elena, but instead, she had found herself inadvertently eavesdropping on a conversation that could change everything.

Pressing her ear against the wooden door, she strained to hear the soft murmur of voices inside. The gentle sound of Elena’s laughter floated through the crack, mixing with Damien’s deep timbre. But as she focused, the lightheartedness faded, replaced by a tense discussion about blood lust and Elena’s mysterious past.

“It happened the day I met Elena,” Damien’s voice echoed in her mind, sending a cold shiver down her spine. The weight of his admission hit her hard. If Elena was tied to Damien’s blood lust, she could use that knowledge to her advantage.

Amelia’s heart raced with a mix of envy and resentment. She had always known Elena was different, had sensed the growing bond between her and Damie