Bloodline Legacy Bloodline Academy Book 4 Lan Chan Copyright © 2020 by Lan Chan All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, (electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the copyright owner and the publisher of this book. All names, characters, groups and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and all opinions expressed by the characters, whose preferences and attitudes are entirely their own. Any similarities to real persons or groups, living or dead are coincidental and not intended by the author. Cover by Christian Bentulan Editing by Contagious Edits Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 57. Kai 58. Lex Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Pre-order Bloodline Fallacy Did You Enjoy This Book? Connect With Me 1 In all the time I’d known her, Astrid had been a paragon of calm determination. That was why my eyes bugged out of my head when she threw a right hook that landed squarely on Chanelle’s chin. I winced at the sickening crunch of bone. Chanelle’s head whipped back. Her body swayed like one of those weighted-base punching bags. Had she not been a supernatural, her neck would have snapped. Astrid didn’t appear to give two hoots about potentially murdering Chanelle. Naturally, the Nephilim guards took exception. They drew their broadswords. The tips flamed to life. Stepping forward, they shielded Chanelle who was clutching her lip. It was already beginning to swell. Astrid responded to the Nephilim threat by unsheathing her own blade. Her rapier flashed silver as angelfire danced down its length. The flare saturated her body in a bright light. Her aura simmered with fury. She extended her free hand. “The necklace,” Astrid said. You know in horror movies when a demon possesses a person and their voice drops a couple of registers? That was exactly how Astrid sounded. I almost took a step back. “This is none of your business,” the guard on the left said. He tipped his head in my direction. He was so stiff. If he hadn’t spoken, I might have mistaken him for a mannequin. The urge to poke my finger into the pronounced cleft in his chin was almost too much. I clasped my hands behind my back and cocked my head to the side. “She just stole my necklace,” I said. “How is that not our business?” “Chanelle is the rightful bondmate for Malachi. It belongs to her.” “What the hell is he talking about?” I hissed at Astrid. It freaked me out that she wasn’t disputing all this bonding crap. There was a desperate part of me that was steadfastly ignoring the alarm bells blaring in my mind. The logical part of my brain kept trying to shove the obvious answer in my face. The emotional side was running around kicking and screaming. “Ignore them,” Astrid said. “They’re living in another century.” She tried to block out my field of vision by stepping in front of me. Nuh uh. I skipped to the side in time to watch Chanelle clip the necklace around her elegant neck. Despite her fat lip, she smiled. She waved her hand and a scroll tied with a red ribbon appeared. It hovered in the air for a moment before settling on her palm. She was a mage-Nephilim hybrid. Sigh. “Why don’t we fetch Kai and see how ancient this practice is?” Chanelle asked. “Yes,” I spat. “Why don’t we summon Kai?” If only so I could strangle the living daylights out of him. “Kai’s in sanctuary with Raphael,” Astrid said. “He’s not to be disturbed.” My bullshit meter blew its gasket. Kai hadn’t been at the Council meeting, but he was completely healed from his encounter with Gaia. Was she trying to stall for time for Kai’s benefit or mine? Chanelle was unconcerned. “A Nephilim Council summons takes precedence over sanctuary.” She waved the scroll in front of us and stepped forward. Astrid made a growling sound befitting a shifter. Her attention flicked to the necklace once more. “I’m not going to ask again.” Chanelle traced the emerald at her throat with delicate fingers. I fisted my stubby human ones until I felt nails cutting into my palm. “You have no say in any of this,” she announced. “And when Kai and I are bonded, his friendship with you will cease.” Astrid charged. I latched on to her arm to try and wrench her back. The only thing that saved me from being dragged farther forward was the appearance of five other Nephilim. Three of them were guards. One was a staid old man with salt-and-pepper hair who I didn’t recognise. The other was Astrid’s father. Walter Bellamy took one look at the scene in front of him and shook his head at her. “Settle down, Astrid.” “You’ve always taken her side,” Astrid snapped. But she stopped moving all the same. Thank heavens because my arms were about to fall off from restraining her. “It’s not about picking sides,” Walter continued. “You know this is out of my hands.” “It is not!” Her voice was almost a scream. “You just don’t want to do anything about it. Not everything is about bloodlines.” Walter sagged at her words. “How else will we keep Raphael’s line from failing?” His focus landed on me for the briefest second before sliding away. My hackles rose at the dismissal. It compounded with the confusion and embarrassment that was already swirling in my chest. I had not forgotten that he voted against me when I’d first acquired the demon blade. Or that he’d left me to rot in a cell after Giselle had switched our souls. His
