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Vladimir grins. He steps toward her, bloodied hands outstretched.
    Roseline’s legs tremble as she forces one foot in front of the next. The closer she draws to Vladimir, the more unprotected Adela becomes, but what choice does she have?
    “Please—” her voice cracks. She clears her throat, willing strength into her words. “Please do not harm my sister. She is all that remains.”
    Vladimir’s fingers slide around her wrist, pulling her to him. Roseline crashes into his broad chest, grimacing at the blood dripping from the tips of his white-blond hair. His long fingernail trails down her cheek. “You are enchanting,” he whispers.
    Something lurks within his blackened eyes. Lust? Definitely, but there is something more. Something almost bordering affection.
    Adela’s scream wrenches Roseline back from Vladimir’s gaze. She whips around, tethered to his hand. “No!”
    Lucien appears from behind Adela’s shoulder, fingers curling through her hair. Strands of gold part from her scalp as she strains against his hold, only a few feet away. Lucien’s dark eyes enflame with blood lust. His nostrils flare as he sniffs Adela’s neck.
    Vladimir smirks. “Easy, brother. There will be time for that later.”
    Adela’s wide eyes latch onto Roseline. Mewling sounds rise from her throat as she strains against Lucien’s grasp. The muscles along her forearms pull taut as she fights to touch Roseline’s outstretched hands.
    “It is time, brother,” Lucien growls, his eyes focused on the moonlight streaming through the windows.
    “Time for what?” Roseline whimpers, turning to look at Vladimir.
    He smiles down at her, curling his finger along her cheekbone. “Do not worry. It will all be over soon.”
    Adela’s piercing screams tear at her as Lucien waves a blade before her sister’s eyes. Adela frantically bucks the arm that snakes around her chest. Her cries give way to wailing pleas.
    “No, please,” Roseline begs, tears spilling from her eyes. “Take me instead. Just let her go.”
    Vladimir’s hauntingly handsome face shows no emotion. “The pain will only be for a moment.”
    “Roseli—” Adela’s cry gurgles from her throat as the blade slices cleanly through her flesh. A thin red line appears first, and then a shower of blood cascades down her neck, staining her pale pink dress. Her eyes bulge as she fights for breath. Delicate fingers attempt to staunch the outpouring.
    As the life in Adela’s eyes begins to fade away, a scream blots out all other sound in the room, wrapping Roseline in a crescendo of torment. Adela’s blood spurts onto the gossamer fabric of her wedding dress, adding her lifeblood to that of her family.
    She is completely alone now.
    Lucien holds the dagger out to Vladimir as he steps back, releasing Adela. Roseline’s heart falters as her sister pitches forward, out of her sight. Vladimir’s face replaces Adela’s, only inches from her own.
    Roseline blinks rapidly, trying to focus. Vladimir’s words sound muffled in her ears, as if spoken underwater.
    “Tonight is the celebration of our union and your birth. Your sister has given her life so that you may have yours. All ties have been severed to your past now so that you may join me in molding the future.”
    Vladimir wipes the soiled blade on his white dress shirt. Roseline focuses on the blood, unable to tear her gaze away, even as the dagger pierces her heart. Pain ripples through her chest, making it hard to breathe as her knees buckle.
    Her head smacks against the floor; her gaze locks onto the vacant eyes of her fallen sister. Roseline clenches her eyes closed, praying that death will find her quickly. A veil of numbness settles over her.
    A sweet aroma tickles her nose as she teeters on the brink of consciousness. There is a rustling of fabric as something warm brushes along her lips. The scent of Adela’s lavender oil disappears under the metallic scent surrounding her. “Drink, dearest.”
    A finger parts her