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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. she was never meant to be untouched by the dark.

estella begins to see through the veil—what lies beneath the town she thought she knew. vampires don’t sparkle here. witches don’t play nice. and ghosts? they don’t stay dead.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. and she never knew which she preferred.

“They called her chosen. Special. But no one warned her how it would feel to bleed for it.”