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Chapter 112 - DRAEL

Author: Thattrekonsi
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-ASARAIAH KAINE-

The scream shattered the mansion like a lightning strike.

Mara’s scream.

High. Raw. Terrified.

My body moved before thought could catch up. The hallway blurred under my feet, power crackling beneath my skin like the voltage in a downed powerline.

Behind me, I heard Malrik’s voice—feral, rasping, not human.

“Asaraiah—stay close.”

But I didn’t slow.

Not while that child screamed like the world was ripping her in half.

I crashed through the guest wing doors so hard they slammed into the walls. The chandelier above flickered wildly, light pulsing like a heartbeat.

The room was dark.

Too dark.

The curtains that had been tied were now billowing violently, although the windows were shut.

And Mara—

Was not on the bed where we left her.

Instead, she was on the ceiling.

Pressed against it like a magnet, tiny fingers clawing at the plaster, eyes wide and white with fear.

“GET ME DOWN!” she sobbed.

“Don’t move,” I whispered, pulse thundering.

I lifted my hand—

But the darkness be
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