PRESENT-DAY
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"He just wanted to mark her," Schwartz said, shoulders slumped as he watched the dancing flames in the fireplace. "But he'd done much more than that. He accidentally turned her."
The tension in the den was palpable. Everyone, including the other four Emrils who'd heard this story before, listened again with rapt attention.
"My forefather created a hybrid so strong. So powerful. If he'd known of the mistake he'd made, he would never have spared her. Mate or not, she would have been dead. But he was oblivious. The moment he marked her, he sent her on her merry way thinking she was as fragile as a flower. But he'd been wrong. She was fragile, alright, but as a bomb."
"What happened next?" Kyla asked, on the edge of her sit.
