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People say soulmates aren't real.
That they're just pretty lies poets tell to sell books, or something dreamy-eyed romantics whisper under starlight. Same goes for vampires, witches, magic-all of it gets laughed off as fantasy.

But what if I told you it's all true?

My name is Olive, and I don't *believe* in soulmates... I *live* with them. Or I used to.
I have seven. Seven vampire soulmates, tied to me by fate, blood, and a magic so old it barely remembers its own name.

Here's the problem: they don't remember *me*.
Not our past lives. Not the love that burned through centuries. Not the night I shattered myself to save them.

It was 1,023 years ago. They were dying-hunted, bleeding out in the dark, slipping away faster than I could hold on. I'm a hybrid: half-vampire, half-witch. And that night, I did the one thing I wasn't supposed to. I cast a forbidden spell. It saved them... but magic like that never comes free.

The price?
They were reborn-as humans. Mortal. Stripped of everything they were. The spell gave them new lives, but locked their true selves away. The only way back? They'd have to take a life. Only then would their vampire blood stir. Only then might they start remembering... me.

And now?
Fate's got a twisted sense of irony.

All seven of them are alive-and famous. Like, *world-famous*. They're BTS-the global icons, the voices on every playlist, the faces on every screen.

And I've spent over a thousand years waiting.
Now I've found them. But how do you look into the eyes of seven beloved idols and say, "Hey, you're actually immortal vampires who once loved me enough to die for me-and also, you forgot everything"?

Worse... something's hunting again. The shadows are moving.
This time, I won't let them go.

Not after all this time.
Not ever again.

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