---- "Youre just jealous that Mom didnt pass these man-trap boobs down to you," Amara teased, shaking her chest dramatically in front of Lavinias face, "Ts that any way to talk to your sister? Especially when youre asking me for a favor? COACHMAN!" "Nooo! No, Lavi, Im sorry, I talk too much! Look, theyre super ufortable! My back hurts all day! Not like yours, so nice and t" "AMARA!" Lavinia groaned, wondering what she had done to deserve this.


    She was starting to think Amara was bing more like their mother every day.


    Lavinia much preferred her peaceful life, spending time in the dungeons conducting experiments or traveling through the mountain passes to practice her transmigration magic.


    Meanwhile, Amara was the troublemaker, always training in the barracks with their father and brothera total tomboy.


    Worse, a sexy and seductive tomboy! And she was utterly oblivious to how striking she was, which was why Elliot spent the whole day watching over her, and even Theron had to be dragged into following her around.


    Why couldnt she be more like Theron, who only cared about the Realms politics? He was more diplomatic than Elliot, who was gradually passing all ---- responsibilities onto his son so he could spend all day ying in bed with his mate.


    Dad is going to kill me when he finds out I helped Amara sneak off to meet her supposed mate," Lavinia thought, running her fingers through her hair.


    She nced at her sister, who was staring excitedly out the window, her eyes sparkling with anticipation Oh well...


    She had always been her aplice in these wild schemes.


    Since the day Amara was born, she had been her favorite.


    And besides, who could ever say no to Amara? Poor Beof.


    seb An hourter, the carriage stopped in the courtyard of a massive castle, one that had been restored from ruins over the years.


    The De Croix Fief, the ancient home of the witches.


    This was another reason Lavinia had agreed toeshe hadnt visited the fief, her mothers inheritance, in a long time.


    There was something about this ce that called to her.


    Despite its bloody history and the horrors that had once urred here, the magical energy still pulsed through every untouched corner.


    "Amaral" Lavinia heard the hurried footsteps and the excited exmation the moment her younger sister stepped out of the carriage.


    "Vicky!" Amara responded enthusiastically.


    ---- Lavinia followed, stepping carefully down the carriage stairs, instructing the coachman to rest and take the horses to the stables.


    She turned back to see the group of women waiting to greet them.


    It turned out there really was a girls gathering nned...


    and an entire conspiracy to help Amara.


    "Wait, woman, you''re going to crush me! What do the Regents even feed you?!" Victoria gasped, feeling her bones crack under the affectionate hug of the imposing lycan, who towered at least a head above herand that was saying something, because Victoria was far from short.


    She had inherited her height from her father, Prince Zarek, the Dark One.


    A powerful vampire.