The reply from my family’s Grand Elder was shockingly fast:

“Your Highness, you have finally come to your senses. That half-blood mongrel isn’t worthy of breathing your name. The entire clan awaits your return.”

A bitter, self-mocking smile touched my lips.

For a man they called a “half-blood mongrel,” I’d hidden my identity as the firstborn of the Progenitor, Princess Devereux, playing the part of a nobody in this second-rate city for a century.

My reward? A thirty-third public humiliation.

When I returned to the gothic mansion, Heidi rushed to meet me, her face etched with worry. “My lady, you look so pale…”

“It’s nothing.” I walked straight to the study. “Go sort through my papers. I’m resigning from all my council duties.”

In the study, the Coven’s scrying pool pulsed with a blinding light.

It was Evangeline again.

She seemed determined to make sure I saw her victory.

In the reflection, she was preening, running her fingers through her messy hair. Glistening beads of sweat clung to her neck, and her face was flushed with triumph.

“Tonight was just perfect,” she purred at the mirror, her eyes flirty. “Caius ditched that old woman for me again. Did you see the look on that hag’s face? A clown left at the altar.”

The scene shifted to a moonlit hunting ground.

Caius and Evangeline flew side-by-side, her arms wrapped tightly around his.

“Caius says I’m a once-in-a-century talent,” she cooed. “He said he’s going to teach me everything himself, until I can stand on my own.”

Then, the private blood bank.

Caius was selecting a vial of priceless “Artist’s Blood” for her—a delicacy even the council elders rarely indulged in.

“Here, drink this,” he said, his voice so gentle it made me sick. “It will help stabilize your power.”

I cut the magical feed with a thought.

Enough.

I was tired of this show.

The next night, at the Chicago Vampire Council.

The moment I pushed the doors open, the noisy hall fell silent. Several elders exchanged knowing glances.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Larissa,” Elder Eldred said, swirling his glass with a smirk. “I hear last night… you failed again? It’s been a century, and you still can’t hold onto that man’s heart.”

“Maybe the problem is her,” another female elder added sharply. “Her bloodline is nothing special, after all. How can she compare to the girl Caius sired? I hear Evangeline is a true prodigy. They say she has a rare blood-harmony with Caius.”

“Yes, and that kind of harmony is much stronger than some silly blood-bond ritual.”

I stood silently in the center of the hall, listening to their taunts.

Bloodline too plain?

If I released even a sliver of my true power, these chattering fools would be on their knees, shaking and begging for my forgiveness.

But I just tossed my sigil onto the table.

“I’m resigning my seat on the council.”

“Leaving so soon?” Elder Eldred raised an eyebrow. “Not going to wait around? Maybe Caius will change his mind.”

“I won’t.”

I didn’t give them another glance and turned for the door.

But fate, it seemed, wanted more drama.

The doors swung open and Caius strode in, looking rushed.

Our eyes met. The air crackled.

“Larissa?” He frowned, his gaze falling to the resignation papers in my hand. His voice sharpened. “What is this? You’re resigning? Are you insane?”

Behind me, Elder Eldred snickered. “I suppose she’s too ashamed to stay.”

Caius’s face darkened. He marched over and grabbed my wrist.

“Is this about last night? Can you stop being so childish? I already explained, Evangeline is a fledgling, she needed help—”

“Help?”

I cut him off, my eyes locked on his neck.

There, just above his collar, was a fresh, red bite mark.

The most intimate mark between two vampires.

“That wound on your neck, was that to ‘help’ her, too?”

Caius instinctively covered his neck. Panic flashed in his eyes, but it quickly hardened into righteous anger.

“That was an accident! I was teaching her to control her fangs, she was nervous and bit too hard. Why is your mind always so filthy?”

“Was she nervous?” I shot back. “Or just couldn't help herself?”

“You’re being irrational!” Caius sighed, as if he’d found an angle to win. “I knew you’d overthink this. Evangeline is just a child, she needs my guidance—”

“Caius!”

A syrupy voice cut through his excuse.

“I’m not feeling well again…” Evangeline ran up from the end of the hall, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. “My power… I think I’m losing control. Only your presence calms me.”

She buried her face in his chest, but her eyes met mine over his shoulder.

In that instant, the weakness in her eyes vanished, replaced by raw, triumphant defiance.

She deliberately pulled down the collar of her dress, revealing a bite mark on her neck identical to Caius’s.

They had exchanged blood.

The highest act of intimacy, reserved only for soulmates.

Even though I already knew, the sight still burned.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Caius’s voice instantly softened. He stroked her hair gently. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take you to the vault to ground your power.”

He didn’t even look at me again. He just turned and walked away, his arm around Evangeline.

Just before the vault door closed, Evangeline looked back at me and smiled. A victor’s smile.

As the door clicked shut, I felt a cold sensation on my neck.

I looked down. The blood-crystal necklace Caius had given me for our centennial—a symbol of “Eternal Binding”—was sliding from my neck.

It shattered in mid-air, dissolving into a fine, glittering dust that drifted to the floor.

I knelt, letting the dust settle in my palm.

It was as cold as the void where my heart used to be.

Back at the mansion, I walked straight to the fireplace in the living room. Without a hint of sentiment, I tossed the crystal dust into the flames.

They were ash, just like us.

“Here are the finalized illusion-wards for the Western Coven. I’m done. They’re yours now.”

The next day, I finished my last task for the council and tossed the scroll to Orion.

He was the Captain of the Council Guard and the only one I’d call a friend over the last hundred years.

Orion caught it, his brow furrowed. “Are you serious? That position was your…”

He trailed off as a commotion started on the other side of the hall.

Caius was standing there, holding a black velvet box.

He opened it. Inside lay a “Shadow Amulet,” glowing with a faint purple light.

It was an incredibly rare defensive artifact, allowing the wearer to instantly melt into the shadows when in danger.

Even senior elders didn't all have one.

And now, he was fastening it around Evangeline’s neck.

“Oh, Caius!” Evangeline gasped dramatically, her fingertips tracing the amulet. “This is too much… I don’t deserve it.”

“Anything for your safety is worth it,” Caius said, his voice thick with affection.

Evangeline turned her head, her eyes finding me through the crowd.

She deliberately puffed out her chest, making the amulet flash under the lights.

“Larissa!” she called out, loud enough for everyone to turn. “Look! Caius said this will protect me from harm. You think it’s beautiful, don’t you?”

I stared coldly at the amulet.

I was the one who had journeyed into the Abyss fifty years ago, barely surviving, to bring back the raw materials for it.

I had given it to Caius to save his life.

“It is beautiful,” I said, walking toward them. My voice was flat. “But that kind of amulet is for newborns who still can't control their own fangs. It suits you perfectly.”

Evangeline’s smile froze. Her eyes instantly welled with tears.

“Larissa!” Caius pulled Evangeline behind him, glaring at me. “Can you stop being so cruel? It was just a gift! You never used to be this petty.”

I looked at the man I had loved for a century and felt only a cold, alien distance.

“You’re right,” I nodded. “I’m being childish.”

Caius seemed surprised by my quick apology. He relaxed a little. “Good, you see. I’ve booked a table at the ‘Red Velvet Crypt’ tonight. We'll have a nice dinner, clear the air. Consider it my apology.”

I gave a noncommittal shrug.

As I turned to leave, Orion whispered behind me, “Are you really going to put up with this?”

“Put up with it?” I glanced out the window at the black sky. “No. I’m going to take out the trash.”

That night, at the Red Velvet Crypt.

It was Chicago’s most exclusive vampire club.

The moment we sat down, Caius’s eyes fixed on my neck.

“Where’s the necklace?” he frowned. “My centennial gift to you. Why aren’t you wearing it?”

The ashes were probably still in the mansion’s fireplace.

“It’s too precious. I put it away for safekeeping,” I lied easily.

“Right. Too many prying eyes here,” he nodded, not pressing the issue.

Just then, the curtains to our booth were pulled aside.

Evangeline swept in, wearing a revealing red lace dress. She slid into the seat on Caius’s other side as if it were her own.

“You’re here, too?” I raised an eyebrow.

“She was scared to be alone,” Caius explained, then snapped his fingers. “Bring us the best you have.”

A server brought a crystal decanter.

Inside swirled a golden-red liquid—“Artist’s Blood.”

Harvested from mortals with sublime creative inspiration, it induced a powerful psychic euphoria in vampires.

“This is for you two.” Caius poured most of it into Evangeline’s glass, leaving me with just a swallow at the bottom. “Evangeline’s been on edge lately. She needs this.”

Evangeline lifted her glass, her eyes hazy as she stared at Caius. She licked the rim of her cup.

“Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.”

Blood Rush.

A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak.

So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

A violent wave of nausea rose in my throat.

“Larissa, why aren’t you drinking?” Caius prompted.

I stared at the golden-red liquid in my glass. All I could see were their tangled bodies.

“It’s dirty,” I said, pushing the glass away.

“What did you say?” Caius’s face darkened. “This is the finest vintage!”

“I said, this blood has a foul stench I don’t like.” I stood up, looking down on them. “I don’t drink leftovers.”

“You—”

Evangeline suddenly clutched her chest.

Her glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.

“Ah… Caius, I can’t… The power is too strong, I can’t take it…” She collapsed into his arms, shaking.

Caius panicked, scooping her up.

“She can’t handle it! I have to get her back and help her ride it out!”

He turned to me, his eyes annoyed. “Larissa, get home on your own. You can see this is an emergency.”

With that, he rushed out of the booth, carrying that pathetic actress.

He didn’t spare a single glance for the fiancée he was leaving behind.

The booth fell silent.

My body dissolved into a black mist and vanished.

I reappeared on a private airstrip on the outskirts of the city.

“Your Highness.”

My family’s royal guard knelt as one.

I walked up the red-carpeted ramp onto the jet.

Just then, my communicator vibrated.

It was Caius.

“I’m not coming home tonight. Evangeline is in bad shape. I have to stay with her all night. Don’t overthink it. Get some sleep. I promise, we'll schedule a new ceremony.”

My eyes went cold. My fingers flew across the screen.

“Don’t bother. Our betrothal is over.”

The moment the message sent, I closed my eyes and dove deep into my soul.

There, the faint, glowing claim Caius had burned into me a century ago when he proposed pulsed.

It was once my most treasured promise, the symbol of his claim on me.

In the next second, I summoned the ancient power I had kept dormant for a century. With a silent scream that ripped through my very essence, I shattered it.

Agony was a firestorm, but the claim—the mark of my century of shame—dissolved into nothing.

From this moment on, Caius and I were nothing.

“Take off,” I ordered. “We’re going home.”

Caius’s POV

“Caius, I still feel so awful… Stay with me tonight, please?”

Evangeline draped herself over me, her warm breath ghosted across my ear. Her voice was pure syrup, laced with a desperate need.

Normally, that kind of naked dependency would have fed the ego of the man—the sire—who made her.

I would have looked at that pitiful look on her face and felt like her one and only savior.

But now, seeing the hunger she couldn’t hide in her eyes, Larissa’s last words in this room echoed in my head.

“I don’t drink someone else’s slop.”

Those eyes that always looked at me with such warmth were flat. Empty.

For some reason, a wave of revulsion hit me.

“Enough.”

I shoved her away. Harder than I meant to.

Evangeline tumbled onto the sofa, staring at me in disbelief. Her eyes instantly filled with tears. “Caius? You…”

Before I could say anything, my heart stopped.

A brutal, decisive force tore through my very soul without warning.

It felt like someone had reached into my spirit and ripped out the Soul-Brand I had seared into Larissa’s spirit a century ago. Flesh, blood, and all.

The backlash was agonizing. A strangled grunt escaped me as I slammed onto one knee.

The pain was a thousand times worse than silver poisoning. It felt like a piece of my very soul had been flayed away.

Cold sweat soaked my back. The agony turned my vision red.

“How is this possible…”

I clutched my chest, gasping for air, my pupils shrinking.

That Brand signified absolute ownership. It was the ultimate blood bond.

It could only be broken if the one marked possessed power far beyond the caster’s.

Or… she was willing to shatter her own soul—to destroy us both—just to be free of me.

Larissa… that fragile woman who trembled at the sight of a thunderstorm. How could she? How dare she?

It must have been some kind of dark magic artifact!

Was she doing this to punish me for tonight? To force me to heel? Was she really betting her life just to spite me?

“You’ve gone too far this time, Larissa!”

Rage burned through the pain.

I shot to my feet, not even glancing at Evangeline on the floor.

“Caius, what’s wrong? You look terrifying…” Evangeline, horrified, reached for my hand.

“Get away from me!”

I threw her off. I dissolved into a furious black mist and shot into the night.

I had to get home. Now.

I was going to punish this reckless woman. Lock her in the cellar. Teach her that some games are not to be played.

But when I teleported onto the villa’s balcony, consumed by rage, I was met with dead silence.

No warm fire in the hearth. No scent of bloodwine welcoming me home.

And no sign of the woman who always sat on the sofa, waiting for me, no matter how late.

The entire villa felt like a massive tomb. Dark enough to unnerve me. Cold enough to chill my bones.

“Larissa!”

My voice trembled as I threw the door open.

No answer.

Panicked, I snapped my fingers, lighting every candle in the house.

The moment the light flared, I froze.

It was empty.

All the little touches Larissa had woven from her illusions—the singing flowers, the floating starlight, the velvet curtains that changed color with her mood—were gone.

All that remained were the villa's original cold, rough, gray stone walls.

Even the faint scent of roses that always lingered in the air had been wiped clean.

It was as if she had never existed here at all.

I stormed into the master bedroom, my eyes landing on our moving, magical portrait on the nightstand.

It was my favorite. Taken on our fiftieth anniversary.

In the photo, she was nestled in my arms, her eyes sparkling as she smiled.

But now, the frame showed only me, smiling like an idiot, holding nothing but air.

The other half of the picture—where Larissa should have been—was just a black, scorched void.

My hand trembled as I picked up the frame. My fingertips brushed the scorched mark and recoiled as if burned.

In that instant, a tide of panic I’d never known drowned me.

I thought of the Shadow Amulet I’d given Evangeline tonight. The vial of "The Artist's Blood."

The blood-diamond necklace on Evangeline’s neck, the warding bracelet on her wrist…

And then, I thought of Larissa.

In a hundred years, what had I ever given her?

Thirty-three canceled weddings. Endless waiting. Cheap promises…

I couldn’t name a single decent gift.

Even that "eternal" Soul-Brand was just a brand I'd seared onto her to claim my property when I proposed.

And now, she had torn even that to shreds.

That power… the power that could so easily shatter my soul’s brand… could that really belong to the Larissa I had to protect?

What if it wasn’t all an illusion… what if she had been hiding her strength this whole time…

A vast emptiness seized me. My fingers spasmed. The frame slipped, hit the floor, and shattered.

Shards of glass flew up, one cutting my cheek. I didn’t feel it.

“No… She can’t leave me. She’s nothing without me.”

I muttered the words, trying to convince myself.

Her pathetic little family could barely afford decent blood for her.

She has nowhere else to go!

She must be hiding in some cheap motel, waiting for me to find her, waiting for me to grant her another one of my apologies.

Yes. That had to be it.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. The fear of losing control twisted into a sick obsession.

I spun around and shot out of the villa, heading straight for the Vampire Council.

I would use the Council's power to lock down the city. Even if she was hiding in the sewers, I would drag her back.