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“Your time is up. Come with me now or you’ll be putting them all in danger.”
“You might be our ruin,” he replied after a thoughtful pause. “Or”—his lips suddenly curled into a devilish smile—“you might save us all. And I’m personally betting on the latter, McKenna Belmont.”
“The rumors are true then. He’s found another. What did he do, feed you his blood? Clever, but he shouldn’t have left you alone.
“Three dark princes, monsters were they. Cursed in their true forms, they must pay. Bound to the night, along with their kingdom. ‘Til the hundredth year, or a cure can free them. Beyond that time, the curse remains. But night becomes day, a monster to stay. Only one can free all, before it’s too late. An elusive maiden, with a touch that slays.”
Syphon.” He nodded. “A rare subsect of witch, so rare that you’re currently the only one living of your kind. You don’t possess your own magic, but have the ability to absorb and use the essence of any supernatural being or object. A long time ago, Syphon witches were nearly hunted to extinction. Ambrose, the vampire king, put a bounty on their heads. They were all marked for death.”
“The previous Syphons. ‘As one follows another, but never two.’ For nearly a century, there has always been one living Syphon, but never two at once. When she dies, a new one is born. Thus the cycle repeats itself—until the curse is broken or the one hundred years are up.”
