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@rein3sorciere to escape your old life, ” adalia finished softly. “ you came because blood remembers where it was born. ”

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adalia didn’t raise her voice. she never needed to. blood magic listened whether you whispered or screamed.

her grip tightened and the world answered immediately— heat blooming under her palm, a low, living thrum awakening in her veins. she

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@rein3sorciere “ my blood didn’t end with me, ” she murmured. “ it fractured. it scattered. and you— ” a slow, vicious smile. “ —you are what survived. ”

she loosened her grip, just barely, as if granting mercy she didn’t owe.

“ you didn’t come here

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knowing exactly how little distance there is between intact and opened. ”

her eyes lifted, dark with promise.

“ you don’t get to wear innocence around me, ” adalia finished quietly. “ blood remembers. and i always listen. ”

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careless slip, ” she murmured. “ every sigil you’ve buried, every intention you walked in here pretending you didn’t have. ”

then, voice softer. crueler.

“ but i won’t, ” she said. “ because i want you aware. i want you standing there,

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blood dripping down chin to her neck. she’s made a mess.

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almost tender, almost cruel. “ you won’t be satisfied. ”

a pause. delicious. inevitable.

“ you’ll only realize, ” adalia finishes softly, “ how much hungrier you’ve become. ”

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his hunger sings now— ragged, unashamed— and adalia lets herself bask in it. centuries have taught her the sound of a creature on the brink, the way starvation strips away philosophy and leaves only instinct shining and raw. she watches it

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flesh, reckless and intentional.

“ if you want to bite me, ” she says, calm as confession, “ do it. ”

her gaze never leaves his.

“ but don’t mistake it for feeding. ”

she leans in, lips near his ear, her voice dropping to something