Chapter Sixty Six

Adaline Point of View

"Invocatio cadaveris, voco to ex umbrea

Spirite revixisti, in mea voce clamea

Ut brevi tempore, cum te loqui queam

Agnoscas vocem meam, tu iubere nequeam."

"You called?"

I hear and scream, but relax a little when I see it's Wilder.

"What do you want?" I snap, focusing on the symbols on the table, and the corpse of the bird, which laid as dead as before, no fucking changes.

"You called." He repeated with a smug smile, and I want to slap it off him, but then, he is just a demon, a puppet on the string.

"No, I didn't, and do not tell me shit about my heart faltering, I know you work for those four old bitches."

"My, my, my, Adaline Vulkov has grown a spine, colour me intrigue."

"If you do not leave me alone, I will colour you red, in your blood, that's if demons bleed." I snarl, but all he does is laugh, infruiating me further, he doesn't know what I am capeable of, he's about to find out.

"These violent tendencies," He tsk "There are directed at the wrong person,