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The darkness, swirling like dust carried by the wind, stretched out like a hand, gently caressing the tears on her cheek.

“Come to me, love, don’t be afraid. Move forward, Celine,” she thought she heard, and at last, she took the first step, then the second, and the third—finally stepping into the territory under the vampire prince's control.

Always clinging to her like a parasite, Merkall followed closely, ensuring his spell remained active within Celine at all times.

Zarek might be powerful, but he had seized his greatest weakness.

They walked down a narrow, dark hallway.

Celine’s vampiric eyes worked at their fullest capacity, scanning her surroundings.

She had killed her supposed mate with her own hands and hadn’t cared in the slightest.

When the sorcerer’s command had invaded her mind, she simply couldn’t resist it, just like when he told Dante he had to enter the castle alone. It was as if she were screaming inside her own head, begging her body to respond, yet it only