Regulus’ POV

I slammed the door open to the carriage Raquel and I shared just as I puked black blood onto the floor. Demons blood, the curse of my inheritance, only shows under this unholiest of nights. Nights of the New Moon.

My legs gave out the moment I crossed the threshold, the door still whining on its hinges as I dragged myself deeper inside my room. It always hurt, no matter what I did to ebb the pain, it always hurt. Lanth wouldn’t have ...