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Chapter 38: Whispers of Stone

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Chapter 38: Whispers of Stone

Lucian lay beside Kyra, his gaze tracing the delicate lines of her face in quiet admiration. His fingers gently grazed her skin before he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. A wide, effortless smile spread across his face.

Then… he noticed a change. A subtle shift in the hue of his own skin. His fingers began to elongate, slowly twisting into sharp, menacing claws.

His eyes darted to the window, where the full moon hung heavy and bright in the night sky.

"Shit,"he muttered.

In a flash, he reached for the hidden chains and leaped through the open window, vanishing into the darkness.

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I woke to the rays of the moonlight piercing my eyes.

I looked around and found myself in Lucian's room. A shy smile spread across my face as I remembered what happened earlier. But then I noticed the silence. The space beside me was empty.

Confusion etched across my face as I saw the window was wide open, the curtains blowing in the cold breeze.

My heart
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