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Which—

Okay.

He probably could.

Because the bond?

It didn’t just connect us.

It blurred us.

Yes, he fed from me.

Blood was vital to him.

And I—God.

I liked it.

I liked knowing I could give him something no one else could.

That I could sustain him.

That I could touch the part of him everyone else feared.

He was dangerous.

Powerful.

Monstrous in a way that made people step aside when he walked past.

And I loved every part of him.

I was sleeping better.

Breathing easier.

And maybe most importantly?—

I hadn’t seen a ghost in days.

That should have worried me.

It didn’t.

It felt like freedom.

Like something inside me had finally settled.

Like everything was falling into place.

Which, in hindsight, should have been the warning.

Chapter 26-Serena

When I walked into Professor Bannerman’s History of Magic class, something shifted.

The room was beautiful.

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