CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE

Shockingly, the tree recognized me and didn't prick my finger this time.

Like something had been wiped out of my eyes, I zoomed in to see the descendants of my father, Clarke Riorson.

Violet Riorson, vampire, witch, and werewolf. Vampire queen (unofficial),

“Bla bla bla, don't get sidetracked, Vi...

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