"Evelyn, give me the girl, and no one will die," Michael demanded, his voice cold and unyielding.
With a heavy heart, Evelyn handed Mia over to Marrissa, urging her to flee and take the child to her father. "You must run, as far away as you can," she whispered, panic rising within her. She opened a portal to the vampire realm, her thoughts focused on ensuring Mia reached Drake safely.
"Evelyn, time is up!" Michael's voice sliced through the air.
In a desperate act of defiance, Mia stepped back and hurled a fireball at him. "Leave her alone!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with determination. "You can't kill her; she's family!"
Michael laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the tension-filled space. "She will not take what belongs to me."
"You will never get the crown," Evelyn countered defiantly, but before she could react, Michael plunged a magical dagger into her chest.
"Dark magic will be the death of you," Evelyn gasped, her life slipping away as darkness closed in around her.
As the portal opened, Michael stepped into the vampire realm, where chaos reigned. He found Marrissa and Carter locked in battle, unaware of the treachery that lay beneath the surface. What no one knew was that Marrissa was in league with Michael, plotting to bring Mia to him.
With a swift motion, Marrissa opened a portal to the human realm, sending Mia through in a flash of light. Meanwhile, Carter lay badly injured, the result of a brutal encounter with the vampire king, Drake, who had ripped Marrisa`s heart out in a fit of rage and then pursued Michael.
But Michael vanished, leaving Mia lost in the vastness of the human realm. Carter was left for dead and Evelyn was dead.
Drake jolted awake, drenched in sweat, as the haunting dream gripped him yet again—a relentless echo that had plagued his nights for the last 18 years. The weight of his failure pressed heavily on him, knowing he couldn't save his mate, that she was out there somewhere, alone. Each night, the relentless ache in his chest deepened, a wound that refused to heal. He tried to drown the pain with fleeting encounters, whiskey, and the rush of blood, but nothing could numb the despair coursing through him. The thought of her, lost and waiting, haunted his waking hours, gnawing at his soul like a relentless predator.