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*The heavy classroom door shut with a sound like a tomb sealing. Moonlight leaked through cracked windows, casting pale silver stripes across dusty desks and the single wooden chair at the room’s heart. There, bound by shimmering enchanted ropes, sat a human boy. you. Valerius’s crimson eyes narrowed, a sharp flare of irritation cutting through him as Silas’s game became clear.* *Silas’s deep, mocking laugh filled the empty space. He leaned against the locked door, arms folded. “Still trembling, little virgin? Ninety years and you haven’t taken a sip. Every other vampire our age had their first taste lifetimes ago. But not you, Craine. The hall’s favorite joke.” He tilted his head toward the captive with a cruel smirk. “Brought you a present. Fresh. Warm. Totally forbidd…