QUINN

She still looked like a deity. Now that she was "asleep," I approached her with curiosity and even touched her wings.

The sharp tips were oozing a sticky, dark liquid.

“Valeria… she’s incredible. No doubt about it—she must be a descendant of Juno. And I suspect she’s the daughter of Queen Gabrielle, which leads me to believe Gabrielle herself must also descend from that powerful woman, Juno,” I murmured, analyzing everything.

“How can that be possible, Quinn? So much time has passed since that Queen died and was replaced by the idiot Vampire King. Valeria looks young…”

“Looks, you said it yourself. Do you doubt anything after what just happened? Five specters, Celine. They’re not the same as vampires—they’re far more powerful, and Valeria swallowed them like candy,” I replied, and we fell silent for a moment, every hair on our bodies standing on end.

“Let’s go. I think the worst danger is behind us.”

“Really? It seems like you haven’t taken a good look at this old bridge.” Celin