Song: Worship- Amber Run
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Only now, staring at the lifeless body of the skinwalker, did the cloaked figure realize the depth of her mistake. From the very beginning, Cassius had never truly been in pain. His heart had been crushed, his chest pierced clean through—a fatal blow for any other creature—yet he stood firm, unshaken, his posture eerily composed. There was no flicker of agony, no struggle to remain upright. His golden eyes, darkened by shadow, held nothing but quiet serenity, as if pain itself was beneath him.
She had known what it meant to go against a pureblood vampire. They were leagues above lesser ones, such as those half vampires who were turned from humans.
