A Vampire's Poet, A Lover's Curse

Previously

…A faint smile touched Lyra’s lips, a fleeting glimmer in the encroaching night. “Then so be it, Katja. The Elder Kindred will guide you. But know this: once you step onto this path, there is no turning back. The threads that bind you to Vladislaus will fray, and when they snap, the world will tremble.” Katja nodded, a silent acceptance of the storm she was about to unleash. The scent of damp earth, once a comfort, now felt like the fertile ground for a new beginning, a dark and perilous seed that had just been sown. The choice was made. The price, whatever it may be, would be paid. She would chase the ghost of sunlight, even if it meant burning herself to ash.