"Are you out of your mind?" Arundel bellows. "What have you done, Eden?"
"I…" she responds shakily. "It happened so fast. I thought I had her, and then her hand…it was in my chest tearing my guts out…" She staggers back into the moonlight streaming in from the window. Her dress is in tatters, her chest an open, pulsating wound that's slowly mending before your eyes. She points at you. "He saw everything. We have to destroy him, too."
Arundel snarls. "Enough damage has been done already! Grace had to be stopped, but if the court finds out about this, we'll both be staked out in the sun!"
"They wouldn't dare!"
"You know better than that." He stalks over to you, smoldering fury writ large on his snarling face. Arundel—always so calm and collected—he's barely recognizable like this. "Grace's childe could be useful to us," he says, looking you over like a prime cut of meat.
"Now who's out of their mind?" Corliss grunts. She's almost fully mended as the powerful vitae does its work. "How could we possibly explain him?"
"You've been planning on taking another childe," Arundel says. "Now you have one." He grabs your head and forces you to look into his calculating eyes.
He speaks in strange tongues and your world loses focus. All is darkness.
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