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The words are fractured in my brain, but as my tutors have taught me Latin, I recognized them immediately:You are mine, Mia.

No one has ever called me Mia, like some frilly tea-drinking socialite, and sinceI’ve just met this glittering asshole made of space dust, I’m not particularly in the mood for pet names.

Maybe take me out for dinner first, asshole.

Shit! I did it again!

My body is propelled by a force that doesn’t belong to me, my legs walking of their own accord, my pace quickening. I want to protest, want to fight, but the fear flooding me—no, Kyron’s fear—is enough to keep me on the straight and narrow for now.

“Where are you taking me?” I whisper aloud. My feet seem to know where we are going, even if I don’t. As soon as we reach the end of a dark corridor, I see light.

The place before me looks like a dream, as if illuminated by a thousand stars. The walls are a pristine white that seem to shine with their own light, while the marble floor sparkles like a pearl. The hallway has golden statues and vases, filled with the most colorful flowers and vines I've ever seen. It feels like I've been taken to a world beyond my wildest dreams, where even the most ordinary things are transformed into amazing works of art.

This is what I imagined a palace to look like, and it’s a stark contrast from the utilitarian barracks these assholes call closets.

Away from here,is all he says, and I have to resist the urge to press. Though it’s difficult to let this creature take the steering wheel, I know it’s what I need to do.

Perhaps he’ll lead me to something useful, and that’s what I hold onto as we continue on to wherever he’s taking us.

Chapter Seven

Kyron

The truth hits me like a bolt of lightning.

She can see me. It's a power that no one should possess, except for...

I quickly push the thought from my mind before she senses my thoughts.

Gemini's voice is harsh and venomous, drawing my attention back to the present moment and reminding me of the task at hand.

“Another six lefts, and we shall find ourselves in Neverland?” I force my hand to reach out and run my fingertips along the polished walls of the hallway.

I have never encountered someone whose mind fights me so intensely for control, let alone someone with the ability to take control from me so easily.

Something like that, I respond, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, even though I am in a state of panic, trying desperately to block her from feeling such an unfamiliar emotion for me. I can not let her see such things.

Is this why mother—

Sabella struts by, her presence as irritating as ever. With a smirk that could curdle milk, she drawls, “If it isn't the crown jewel of Astronomica, gracing us commoners with his presence.” Her sarcasm hits like a meteor, jarring me from my mental spiral.

Her appearance forces me to lock down my thoughts, shoving them behind the flimsy mental barrier I've constructed. Can'thave dear sister or Gemini catching wind of the storm brewing in my mind.

After all, what's a prince without his secrets?

However, the consequences of such an act could be dire, not just for her and me, but for the entire planet. I quickly quiet the thoughts, imagining them drifting away like ash after a fire.

“Again, where are we going?” Gemini's annoyance with me is palpable as our body tenses up.

Somewhere we can talk freely, I respond, feeling my eyes roll with her response. And stop talking to me, I snap at her, hearing my own annoyance in our shared consciousness.

“What? No one else randomly talks to their meat suits?” she drawls sarcastically.

Meat suit? That's a new one, I bite back. Last I checked, your kind preferred meat.

“Good Question, I have no idea if my family talks with their skins.”

I hear her scoff as I regain control—for the moment—to open a small door to the right and step inside. We enter a long dark hallway that is lit only by a glowing string of blue lights that line the baseboards. She pulls at the boundary between her mind and mine. A wall I tried and failed to erect the moment we connected, blocking my thoughts and memories from this interesting person. Instead of a steel tight trap, it's more like a wispy cloth covering.

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