GoodNovelChapter 91 QUINN She still looked like a deity.
Now that she was "asleep," approached her with curiosity and even touched her wings.
The sharp tips were oozing a sticky, dark liquid.
Valeria...
shes incredible.
No doubt about itshe must be a descendant of Juno.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd I suspect shes the daughter of Queen Gabrielle, which leadsto believe Gabrielle herself must also descend from that powerful woman, Juno, I murmured, analyzing everything.
How can that be possible, Quinn? So much thas passed since that Queen died and was replaced by the idiot Vampire King.
Valeria looks young...
Looks, you said it yourself.
Do you doubt anything after what just happened? Five specters, Celine.
They're not the sas vampirestheyre far more powerful, and Valeria swallowed them like candy, I replied, and we fell silent for a moment, every hair on our bodies standing onend.
Lets go.
I think the worst danger is behind us.
Really? It seems like you haven't taken a good look at this old bridge.
Celine moved closer to the edge of the suspension bridge leading to the ruins shrouded in mist.
Pll grab the bag so we can change, I said, walking off to pick up the small leather pouch I'd tied to my lycans waist before the fight.
We shifted back to our human forms, as it was obvious the bridge wouldnt hold too much weight.
With Valeria unconscious on my back, we tried to cross what I hoped would be the last obstacle.
Pll go first Im lighter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBe careful, I told her, watching as she started across.
At first, the bridge was made of worn stone, slick with moss, but at least it felt solid.
Then cthe rotten planks, which offered no sense of security.
Well, [cant see the bottom through all this fog, but I bet it wouldnt beam pleasant fall, Celine quipped sarcastically as she took cautious steps forward. The old vines we used as handholds creaked dangerously.
Celine, we'd better pick up the pace, I said, feeling the bridge tremble e beneath us. m The wind was picking up, and sof the ropes were starting to cloose.
We were halfway across.
We moved without stopping, nearly blind in the thick fog.
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