UNDER EDITING, REWRITE IN PROG
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❝ a demigod falling for two
vampires? how wild. ❞
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╭┈─────── ꒰ ❛ 𝓗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒𝓣𝐎𝐖𝐍
┊࿐➳❥ ⁞ -ˋˏ ❪ In which a demigod
┊tries at a normal life but ends up being
┊the mate...
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chapter fifteen
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So, there were two things that Este had found herself very clear on. One, Finn Carnehan was definitely not who he had portrayed himself to be while living as a friend of the demigods. Two? The Cullen family were very different from anything that Este or any of her family had come in contact with for that matter. Despite the seemingly growing alliance between the two families, Este found herself at a loss of what to think. Part of her wanted to turn them into gold bust because they infuriated her so much, the other? Just wanted to melt into the backseat.
There was that underlying question, though, that remained persistent in Este's mind. What is going to happen now? She knew that they would have to find anything to nail Finn's coffin in the eyes of the police just so that he could be taken away. Or, they would have to kill him. Though, it all had its risks as long as they remained clueless behind what creatures he was controlling to kill like he had been.
By the way that he had reacted, part of Este wanted to go and dig more into the possibility of Vrykolakas being the culprits behind the puppetiring. It was a possibility if some of the flesh had been eaten, maybe that was what the bite marks were from and maybe there were more than Este had even realized. Or as she had thought, it could be Striges that fed on human flesh and blood. That would also solidify why he had averted bringing them in as a possibility.
