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Nero’s first instinct was to kill. In broad daylight, his fangs had already protruded and a slow growl was forming in his throat. His eyes glowed ominously, and he was already beginning to turn towards her. He could sense the girl’s panic, and he heard the voice in her head telling her to run.
But Adaria stepped between him and his target suddenly and opened her arms, shielding her.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said, looking him dead in the eye. “I know what you think you should do, but Regina is with me. You cannot hurt her.”
Nero’s gaze shifted from her to Regina and back to her again.
“She’s seen me,” he said. “She knows what I am.”
“So do I,” she said. “But I haven’t told anyone about you, have I?”
Nero struggled with his mind. He needed to kill the girl; he had to. N
