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“Damn it, no, no! Useless creatures!”

Frederick roared as he watched his “children” being slaughtered.

He hadn’t been able to create many of them anyway—stealing that corrupted magic was incredibly hard, even by enslaving and controlling witches.

Still, as strong as those beasts might have seemed, they had living hearts that could be ripped out.

“I can’t stay here…” he muttered, watching his defeat unfold, realizing that army would never die.

His eyes, burning with rage and envy, turned to Victoria.

He should’ve captured her for himself.

He got too confident, too naive, ignored the instincts screaming that vampire was hiding her true powers.

“Fucking bitch…”

The resentment burned so deep it made his chest ache.

He looked down at the bodies of his daughter and his wife. He couldn’t even go down to pick them up and give them a proper burial.

They had destroyed his family, and now he was being forced to run—but this wasn’t over.

Before they came for him, he turned and ran deep i