The Blood Court has summoned us, and I cant ignore its call. The Soul Scar constellation beneath my skin grows daily, dark tendrils reaching for my heart.
I have weeks. Maybe less.
The grimoire demands more pages filled with our mingled essence. Blood willingly spilled to protect another.
My reluctant allies have become something more dangerous. Something necessary.
Beneath DarkHallow Academy lies an ancient tribunal where monsters once judged their own. Now it will test us all. Four trials. Three sacrifices. A verdict none of us may survive.
We’re watched. We’re hunted. The curse consumes me.
And with every drop of blood we share, the line between enemies and lovers dissolves a little more.
I never wanted their protection. Now I cant survive without it.
