Chapter 152 To China

• Reproducing blood so quickly somehow became second nature to me. I know it sounds impossible, an instinctive action rather than magic or vampirism. Yet each time I touched my own wrist, felt the pulse slithering beneath the skin, I was reminded of the fragility of the barrier between life and death. It was a thin line, one I seemed doomed to cross again and again, never quite escaping the hold it had over me.
• The warmth surged through me, its energy as swift as it was insatiable, tempting me to surrender, to let it carve a path and spill into the world, as if begging me to cut myself and set it free. It was overwhelming, like a river coursing through veins not built to contain it.
• And somewhere in the current of it all, I had grown closer to Dominic—bonded in a way beyond words. Somehow, we’d broken past boundaries, reached into each other’s minds. Now, I could hear his thoughts as if they were my own, feel the steady beat of his heart echo within me.