Broken Blood

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Genres: Fiction
I replaced him with Cambria. On the other side of the closed door, footsteps passed back and forth in regular intervals.
Heels, boots, and house slippers all came and went until all hours. My mother checked on us twice until she realized Wes really was outside watching the house instead of hiding under the bed. Cambria kept calling me back, fussing at me when the bond or a passing set of footsteps distracted me from the two of us practicing for her new assignment.
“Go get me a pet unicorn. Now,” Cambria said.
“What? No,” I protested.
“Really, you’re not even tempted?” she asked, more suspicious than disappointed.
“Not even a little,” I assured her.
“Good, so the compulsion isn’t bleeding over.” Another pair of heavy footsteps passed our room. The door at the end of the hall clicked open. Voices drifted out before the door clicked shut again.
“Do you think it’ll work?” she asked me.
“I think we could always find another way,” I said.
Cambria looked at me through the mirror, where she s
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