Leandro had been gone a month. He returned to find his daughter couldn’t even speak his name.
Bellatrix could only manage slow, labored breaths. The power that had surged through her was a storm she had lost control of, a gale she could no longer restrain. Her black pupils were unfocused, shot through with chaotic streaks of gold.
“You’re a handful, aren’t you.”
A pair of scarlet fangs descended from his own mouth. Leandro gazed into
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