All I Gave

LAYLA

Drake thought I was still healing. Still broken. That the bite had shattered me too deep and the truth? Too heavy to handle. He bought it. Every act, every weakness I faked. He had no idea. No clue that the blood he guarded like treasure—my blood—was the key to everything.

And I had remembered. Not everything, but enough, enough to realize the curse wasn’t the only thing making my blood stronger. It was the Seal. The Seal was older, deeper, something ancient that most ...