Chapter 13
The Hidden Ritual
Elara sneaks into the mansion's crypt and finds instructions for a ritual that requires the heart of a mortal who loves a vampire to be offered at midnight.
The crypt lay beneath the mansion like a secret held too long, its air thick with the scent of damp stone and old dust. I pressed my palm flat against the iron door, feeling the cold seep through my skin, and pushed. The hinges groaned, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of centuries.
I should not have been there. Seraphina's words from earlier that evening still echoed in my mind, sharp as broken glass. "Curiosity is a luxury for the living, my dear. And you are not yet dead."
But I had to know.
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