MasukKillian's PoV I sat across from a blushing Sere⌠Serenya. She has a beautiful name. She said âhiâ so softly, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to claim those lips. âAre they always like this?â I asked, glancing around as if another overprotective relative might appear out o
Serenyaâs PoV After we returned to Balzaree, we dealt with the prisoners. Yahir and Sibad would spend the rest of their lives in the dungeons of Balzaree, along with Farisa. The witches would make sure their days were a torment they could never escape. After that, everything turned chaotic. K
Killian's PoV Fucking Yahir recognized me the second I spoke. Who else would bid a blank check for her? But I was already on the verge of exploding as the men started shouting their bids, desperate to get their filthy hands on her. Sere looked vulnerable. Anxious. All I wanted was to rip her
Serenyaâs PoV I was anxious, but I forced my heart to remain steady. I needed to get the girls out of here without harm. Sibadâs voice boomed, âWho gives six?!â âTen million!â an old, greasy man shouted. I scanned the upper level where they were being held. I needed to get them out first. Fa
Killian's PoV The wait was driving me feral. For hours, I combed through every surveillance feed we had access to, running facial recognition on every frame Yahir appeared in. Frame after frame. Angle after angle. And then I saw it. Farisa. Standing too close to him. Speaking low. Smiling. My st
Serenyaâs PoV I woke with a start at the sound of doors being pounded and a trolley rattling down the hallway. âWake up, sleeping beauties! Breakfast is here!â That voice. I shot out of bed and yanked the door open. I was wearing only leggings and a cropped tank, my midriff bare, but I didnâ







