Meredith.
Draven’s words hit me so hard that I couldn’t argue. My mouth stayed shut, but my thoughts churned, restless and hot.
Finally, I asked the one question that had been clawing at me. "Where am I supposed even to find a vampire, much less kill one?"
That was when his lips curved again, the kind of smile that told me he had been waiting for me to ask.
"Now, that brings us to the reason I called you all here."
My spine straightened instantly.
"The vampires have been too quiet for too long," Draven went on, his tone measured, heavy. "Which means they’ve successfully fooled Brackham. And that also means they are preparing to strike the humans soon."
Silence gripped the room for a heartbeat before Dennis whistled again, leaning forward with a spark in his eyes. Jeffery shifted in his seat, his jaw tight.
I was the last to speak, my voice steady but sharp. "So, you want me to kill a vampire... if I see one tomorrow?"
"Yes," Draven said simply.
There was no hesitation from him. His tone didn’t soften—instead, it felt like a plain, absolute command.
The word sank into me like a weight.
Before I could say something, Dennis leaned forward with a wide grin. "Don’t look so grim. Killing a vampire isn’t as impossible as it sounds. Once you land the right strike, they drop dead."
Jeffery gave a small nod. "He is right, Luna. Killing vampires is about precision, not strength. You will manage it."
Their encouragement was meant to lighten the air, but it only pressed on me harder.
They made it sound easy, like swatting down a pest. But I knew better—this wasn’t just about strength or precision. This was about ending a life.
I turned to Draven, my frustration breaking through. "But you haven’t even taught me how to kill a vampire yet."
Draven’s gaze lingered on me, his golden eyes steady and unblinking. Then, at last, he spoke.
"There are several ways to kill one. Sever the head. Destroy the heart. Fire will burn them to ash if given enough time. But in close combat, when there is no torch or blade, you go for the spine. Break it, and they cannot move. Then you finish them."
My breath caught at the bluntness of it. He didn’t even try to sugarcoat his words. I guess I was already a war material in his eyes.
Dennis leaned back with a shrug. "See? Simple enough. Don’t let their speed scare you. Once you learn their rhythm, it’s over."
Jeffery’s tone was quieter, more thoughtful. "They bleed like we do. They break like we do. Remember that, Luna, and you won’t freeze."
I pressed my lips together, swallowing hard. Their words were meant to reassure me, but my heart was pounding even harder. Severing heads, shattering spines, burning bodies—this was no spar on the training grounds.
This was a real war. And Draven wanted me to prove myself in the middle of it.
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I left the study with my hands balled at my sides and my head full of the image Draven had painted: spine, break, finish.
’He is asking me to do the impossible,’ I told myself, because saying it out loud would have sounded like weakness.
"You should be afraid of Draven, not the vampires."
"He’s your mate," Valmora continued, the tone almost fond, then barbed. "You sleep in the same bed, share the sheets... and I’m not surprised it’s why you belittle him. This is foolish and dangerous. Abort that idea immediately. Draven is the real deal."
"Now focus," Valmora said, her voice sharpened into a command. "We have a vampire to kill tomorrow."
I huffed a short, incredulous laugh. "How are you so sure?" I asked into the quiet, my skepticism more for myself than for her.
"Because I said so," she answered, pride thick as honey. "And I can’t wait for that sweet moment."
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