As the Blood Queen, or "Seraphina" as she introduced herself to the group, continued her charade, Marco was preparing for a confrontation. He had the amulet, a tangible proof of her true identity. But presenting it to his friends would not be easy. They were under her spell, believing her every word.
Marco approached the group, his heart pounding in his chest. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.
The group looked at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The Blood Queen watched him closely, her eyes narrowing. She knew he was a threat, and she was ready to counter him.
As Marco revealed the amulet and began to explain, the tension was palpable. It was a battle of wills, a fight against deception. Would his friends believe him? Or had the Blood Queen's deception run too deep?