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Like he’s been waiting for it.
I take a step back. “Who the hell are you?”
He smiles. It’s dark. Cocky. A wicked grin.
“My name is Alaric, and I’m going to make every one of your dreams come true.”
And then everything goes dark.
Chapter3
Alaric
Earth Realmto Nightfall
My entire being trembles when she saysyes.
That single word slices through the veil like a blade.
It echoes in the space between us, and I feel it, My magic responding, swirling, claiming.
She doesn’t even realize what she’s done.
I step closer, slow and careful, not because I fear her, but because I don’t want to rush the moment.
The silver thread between us tightens like a snare, humming with Fate’s breath.
She blinks up at me, those wide, dark eyes soft with confusion, lashes trembling. A lamb in the mouth of the wolf.
But she doesn’t run.
She trusts me.
Foolish girl.
Beautiful girl.
I reach for her gently, press two fingers to her temple.
My magic coils there, sinking into her skin with practiced ease.
She gasps.
Just a tiny sound.
So fragile. So precious.
Then her body goes limp and falls forward.
I catch her easily.
Soft.
She is unbelievably soft.
The moment I have her in my arms, the air begins to crackle. The veil stretches thin as spider silk, and then tears open in a slow, luxurious rip.
Magic surges like a tide, wrapping around us both, greedy and eager.
