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The War Involving Precious City Blocks And Control Of Products

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CHAPTER ONE

Maybe marriage to Everett Dawson won’t be so bad, I thought pulling on the bowtie that felt more like a noose around my neck. The arrangement would end the bloody war that had encased Necropolis for months now. Innocent people would be spared. With the ruling families at peace, everything would go back to normal.
What was normal? Marriage to a Vârcolac? That felt like the most abnormal thing in the world. For years, the war involving precious city blocks and control of products the community needs to sustain itself, bubbled just under the surface of life in our home metropolis. It wasn’t a war over the city, or the commodities so much as . . . bad blood between families.
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Maybe Everett could have made her happy, but she would have always felt the burden of duty and never loved him properly. I felt no such burden; possibly because my reasons had been selfless.
There was a knock on the door. Turning, I adjusted my cuffs. “Come in.”
The door opened wide, revealing my father and his long time rival Vârcolac David Dawson. The pair looked uncomfortable in each others company, but much more at ease than the boy behind them. His shaggy brown hair fell around his oval face, hiding his eyes since he looked towards the ground with slumped shoulders. I’d already known this union wasn’t one he agreed too. He would come to terms with the arrangement eventually; I already had.
“The papers,” father spoke, walking deeper into the room with a folder.
I took it from his extended arm, flipping open the file. Inside was the wedding contract that had already been signed, binding Everett and I together for the rest of our days. On the other side, the agreement our fathers, mothers, and whomever else was necessary had bickered over until all parties were satisfied. There had been a lot of bickering.
I frowned, scanning the text again. “This isn’t what I agreed too.” Father had the audacity to look ashamed. “Sharing a bed? Being faithful, and committed to our vows? Children in ten years time to solidify the bond? This is ludicrous.”
They were crazy if they thought this would suit. How could they expect any of this from Everett and me? We were

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