LOGINNora’s tarot readings were never meant to matter. They were simple moments. A card flip. A quiet truth. Nothing that could ever disturb fate itself. Until the night the cards tremble in her hands. Until the air in the café sharpens and chills. Until something impossible steps out of the shadows. He does not belong to the world around him. His presence presses against it, ancient and heavy, unseen by everyone else. People walk past him without noticing a thing. But Nora sees him. And he is not pleased. He came to investigate the force that dared to bend fate. He expected danger. He expected power. He did not expect the girl sitting at the table with trembling cards. Every instinct tells Nora she should fear him. He is not human. Not mortal. He was never created to feel. Yet something in her pulls at him with a gravity he cannot escape. The more he watches her, the more impossible she becomes. And the more he realizes that whatever awakens inside him will not fade quietly. She may have changed someone’s fate. Now she has his attention. A forbidden attraction. A girl with a gift she barely understands. An immortal who was never meant to want. Until her. Once their paths cross, fate doesn’t just unravel. It begins to fight back.
View MoreNora’s Point of View The run home feels longer than it should. My lungs burn by the time my building comes into view, but I barely notice the pain. Cars pass on the street beside me. Music drifts out of a bar two blocks away. Someone laughs loudly as I rush past them. Normal life. Everything around me keeps moving like nothing is wrong. But somewhere across the city, a woman is lying on a bathroom floor. And two children are alone in that apartment. The baby can’t do anything. The toddler doesn’t understand what’s happening. The vision keeps replaying behind my eyes while I run. White tile. Water still running. The woman's body crumpled beside the tub. The toddler sitting outside the bathroom door. The baby crying in the bedroom. That cry is the part I can't escape. Not the loud cry babies make when they're angry. Not the short cry that stops the moment someone picks them up. This one was different. Thin. Desperate. The sound of a tiny body asking for something it
Kieran’s Point of View I arrive before the water cools. The bathroom is small. White tile. Fogged mirror. Cheap fixtures humming beneath the steady rhythm of the running shower. Water spreads slowly across the floor where it spilled over the edge of the tub. A baby monitor sits on the counter beside the sink, its small blue light glowing softly in the dim room. The woman lies beside the tub. Her body crumpled awkwardly against the tile where she fell. The apartment itself is quiet. Then time loosens. The moment shifts when I arrive. Sound dulls. Movement slows. Seconds stretch just enough for the work that must be done. The soul separates slowly. Like breath leaving lungs that still wish to hold it. When she rises, confusion crosses her face first. Her gaze moves from the running shower to the water spreading across the tile to the body that still wears her shape. Then she sees me. Recognition comes quickly. “No,” she whispers. Her eyes dart toward the bathroom
Nora’s Point of View “Kieran… don’t go yet.” My voice comes out thinner than I expect. He studies my face carefully. The concern in his expression deepens almost immediately. “You saw something.” It isn’t a question. I nod. “Yes.” The vision presses against the back of my mind like something trying to force its way through a door I can’t quite keep closed. Water. Tile. A baby crying. I swallow. “It’s a woman,” I say quietly. His gaze sharpens. For a moment neither of us speaks. The street around us continues as if nothing has changed. Music spills from the bar behind us. A car passes slowly at the end of the block. But the images keep pushing forward. “She already stepped into the shower,” I whisper. Kieran goes completely still. “The floor was wet. She slipped when she stepped in.” The image sharpens in my mind. White tile. Running water. A body crumpled beside the tub. “She hit her head,” I say quietly. Kieran doesn’t ask what happened next. He already knows.
Kieran’s Point of View The moment Nora steps outside, the world feels different. Not because the night has changed, but because she has. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and distant traffic. Humans move through the streets around us without noticing anything unusual. They never do. To them, this is just another evening. To me, it is something else entirely. The Weave tightens. Not enough to bind. Not yet. But I feel it the way a man might feel the slow pull of a current beneath calm water—constant and patient, weighing and measuring. Nora slips her hand into mine. The gesture is casual. Human. Ordinary. It does not lessen the tension quietly coiling around me, but it makes the moment worth enduring. For a while we walk in silence. The city hums around us. Laughter spills from an open doorway. A car engine rumbles past before fading into the distance. Normal life. Fragile life. Nora glances up at me. “You’re thinking too loudly.” “I’m not saying anything,”






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