Mag-log inHe exhaled through his nose, letting the knowledge that she was safely tucked away in the gods’ realm comfort him once again.He stood from the couch, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. He let his gaze wander around the living room, looking at the sea of bodies that littered the floor.
Diana...Diana...She jolted with a scream, tormented by the fresh memory of that blinding pain, the invisible flames that consumed her.Her eyelids peeled open, her heart pounding frantically inside her chest as her hands found purchase in that soft material beneath her. She breathed fast, her body w
The air grew warmer —harder to breathe. She did not put too much thought into it, watching the Goddess perform the ritual, spewing out those words as her hands rose to the sky. The water flowed, spilling all over the altar. It reached her bare feet, and she took a step back, futilely trying to evade
The Priestess commenced to utter words in a tongue that she did not understand, her eyes glowing brighter. Diana stood straighter, her heartbeat increasing once again. She watched the Priestess dip the tip of her fingers in the bowl of glimmering water that was carved in the altar, the water suddenl
Diana exhaled, her breath coming out a little shaky. This was it. There was no turning back now. No changing her mind. She would have to walk through those doors and accept whatever was to come her way with open arms.She swallowed and steeled herself in, forcing her mind to calm. Her heart to stead
She was nervous. Scared, even. She was to finish bathing and then wear the dress Ares had left for her. Prepare for the ceremony. She still wasn't entirely convinced that she had made the best decision in agreeing to do this with him. Getting shackled to him for a supposed year, that is. He could be
There he was, casually standing there with his hands shoved in his dress pants' pockets. Looking like he'd been standing there for the whole time. Like he'd never even crossed that relatively large distance between this place and his manor with his own two legs like she did. He looked perfect. Compo
She ran. As fast as she could. With her heart banging into her throat. Her breaths coming out in audible wheezes. He was there. Right behind her. She could tell. She could feel it.She let out a hitching sob, her vision blurring from the tears. But she didn't stop. She couldn't. He was going to kill
But...How was she here? How did she appear? And why?She watched as Nicholas approached until he was standing right in front of her, entirely disregarding that line of fire creating a small boundary between them. Separating their bodies. Dead from the undead."Adelaide..." he uttered once again, his
"Why does this one matter to you so much?" He asked with a mildly interested frown, twirling a strand of Diana's soft hair over his finger. His other arm still holding her so tightly against him into an evident display of possession. She was his now. And he had no intention of giving her away in the







