Chapter 208 Azrael's Curse

• Aidan staggered back, his heart sinking as the full weight of Henry’s words hit him. He opened his mouth to protest, to argue that he only wanted to help, but the look in Henry’s eyes stopped him cold. This was a father’s fury, a righteous anger fueled by fear and love, and Aidan knew there was no reasoning with it.
• Before anyone could speak again, Emily’s grandmother stepped forward, her cane tapping with measured precision as she moved closer to her granddaughter. Her eyes, still sharp despite her age, scanned Emily’s face with an intensity that made the younger woman shift uncomfortably. “When did the bloodlust start?” she asked, her voice steady and calm, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.
• Emily hesitated, glancing at Aidan before answering. “Five days ago,” she admitted softly, her voice trembling with guilt.