"So, this was their plan all along... To create a witch-vampire hybrid to tip the scales between the vampires and witches," I mutter, my eyes narrowing as I glance at Zella, who nervously nods in confirmation.
"You knew all this and still went through with it. Honestly, I don't even know how to feel. But I can't entirely blame you—my own grandfather once used me and my sister as bargaining chips. My sister's stuck back on Earth because of his scheming. I scolded him for it, and now it seems someone else could use a bit of scolding and a reality check," I say, my gaze shifting to Xander, who's busy playing with my face, blissfully unaware of the tension.
"Jake, don't do it… She's too powerful," Zella whispers, her worry evident.
"And so am I," I reply confidently. "Besides, she asked me to prove myself worthy."
The next moment, my blood armor materializes, encasing me from head to toe.
