Chapter 12
Seraphina's Scheme
The Countess, aware of Armand's plan, tries to poison Elara's mind, claiming Armand only wants to use her blood to save himself.
The morning light crept through the lace curtains like a reluctant visitor, casting pale patterns across my bedchamber floor. I had not slept. How could I, when every shadow seemed to hold Armand’s confession, every whisper of the wind carried Seraphina’s warning from weeks past?
I rose and dressed with trembling hands, my mind a tangled web of contradiction. Armand had spoken of love—had spoken of breaking the curse that bound him to an eternity of hunger. He had shown me the ancient book in the hidden library, its pages brittle with age, detailing the blood ritual that might sever his ties to the darkness. And yet, as his words echoed in my memory, I could still feel the cold weight of Seraphina’s gaze upon me, as if she knew something I did not.
A soft knock at my door startled me from my reverie. It was Celeste, the maid, her face pale and drawn.
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