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Tigest Girma
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November 10 - November 18, 2025
Sometimes, Kidan’s mind hid things from her, and only her fingers could translate them. Triangles for anger. Squares for when the fear became too much, and circles for moments of joy.
Her curtains had always been drawn so the sun wouldn’t interrupt the dark. It had forced her to remain, to revisit the thoughts that pecked at her flesh in some macabre meditation. Susenyos Sagad, however, welcomed the sun, an entire wall of glass displaying the distant forest and the approaching dusk.
Loathing him meant loathing herself, and killing him would mean killing herself. So when the time came, Kidan had to be strong enough. They both had to die.
Ramyn and she had both written nothing on their papers because neither saw a future, or rather only saw death in their future.
First Bind: Vampires could no longer drink from all humans, only from the Eighty Families. Second Bind: Their original strength and powers—there were rumors they could once compel, disappear into shadows, even fly—were all weakened and repressed. Third Bind: If they wanted to turn a human into a vampire, it came at the cost of their own life.
other. “Your hatred burns like ocean ice. And it’s entirely… mine. I’ve never owned something so completely.”
“Only you would be naked before a vampire and warn him not to be vulnerable.” “Naked isn’t how you have me vulnerable.”
“The Mad Lovers.” Her gaze drifted to the book swallowed by white clouds. “Famous for loving each other with everything but their hearts, then driving each other to their death. Dark, even for you. But they shared an enemy and worked together to slay the beast. Isn’t that what you want, yené Matir?”
“I will teach you. If you let me, I can teach you a thousand different ways of loving yourself.”
His strength seeped into her, and she tasted the immortal dark, wet and wanting her. It had been waiting a long time, and damn her, she could no longer deny it.

