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, but her gaze flicked to Arlo, and her expression changed. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. "Who's this handsome stranger?" she asked, her voice turned sugary sweet.Arlo's smile grew wider as he turned to face Daphne. "I'm Arlo," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "And you are...?"Daphne's eyes sparkled with interest, and she launched into a flirtatious conversation with Arlo, completely forgetting about her initial intent to bully me. I watched in amazement as she transformed from a mean girl to a smitten one, her eyes locked onto Arlo's face.As they chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way Arlo seemed to be enjoying the attention, his gaze flicking between Daphne and me with a knowing glint in his eye. He knew exactly the effect he was having on Daphne, and he was playing it to his advantage."So, Arlo, what brings you to this lovely establishment?" Daphne asked, her voice coy.Arlo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just enjoying the view," he
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Why does he smell so nice The air outside was cooler than I expected. The kind that kisses bare skin and makes it feel more alive than it should. The trees above rustled like they knew something I didn’t, and the sky was draped in that soft, bruised color between sunset and night.And then there was him.Asher.Standing too close like he always did, not in an obvious way—never that. He had this quiet confidence like he knew I’d feel it. Like his presence was enough to tangle my breath. It was.I didn’t want to look at him. I did it anyway.His eyes locked on mine like he’d been waiting. And suddenly, I wasn’t sure what we were talking about anymore. I wasn’t sure if we’d even said anything.He moved just a little closer. Subtle. A breath. But I felt it like lightning across my skin.“Cold?” he asked, voice low.I nodded because my throat was tight. I was cold, but not in the way he meant.He reached out, slow and certain, and took my wrist. Just that. Just fingers curling around the
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She was standing there like she didn’t know what she did to me. Like she wasn’t the only thing I saw in a world full of noise.The air was sharp and cold. But her—she was warm. Even from a few feet away, I could feel it. Like heat coming off a fire I wasn’t allowed to touch.Not yet.I stepped closer. Not fast. Not obvious. Just enough.Her breath hitched. I caught it.She always looked at me like she was mad she couldn’t ignore me. Like her body betrayed her before her brain could stop it.That was the fun part.“You cold?” I asked, voice low, rougher than I meant.She nodded. Maybe. I don’t know if she even heard me.I reached for her wrist. My fingers wrapped around it, warm against her skin, and she didn’t pull back. Her pulse jumped under my touch. Quick. Nervous. Wanting.I stepped in, slow.I liked watching her react. The way her chest rose. The way she swallowed hard like her body already knew where this was going.I moved my hand to her waist and felt her shiver.“Tell me to
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She didn’t reject me,” Arlo said, eyes flicking to her. “Not yet.”His voice had dropped. Less rage, more pain.She stepped out from behind me then. Just enough to be seen.“Arlo, I didn’t know you were near,” she said softly. “I wasn’t hiding anything.”That burned.Even if it wasn’t aimed at me.I kept my face still, but inside I was gripping something sharp and jagged.“So you were gonna tell him eventually?” I asked, my voice lower now. “After what we just did?”She looked at me, and it hurt. She looked torn.“I didn’t expect to feel it that fast,” she said. “With you.”I didn’t say anything.Because I didn’t need to.Arlo stepped forward as if he still had some say. “If the bond hasn’t settled, she has the right to choose.”I turned toward him, full.“Say that again,” I said, stepping closer.He hesitated.“She’s not your property,” he said, straightening himself. “You don’t get to make that decision for her.”“Funny,” I muttered. “You screamed like you thought you did.”We locke
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“I don’t know who I’m choosing yet,” I said, my voice flat but firm. “But if this keeps being a pissing contest, I’m walking away from both of you.”The words were sharper than I expected. They cut through the forest air like a blade, slicing the tension that had been building for what felt like hours. Silence fell immediately. Thick. Uncomfortable. Heavy with all the things we weren’t saying.Neither of them moved and that I was grateful for.Not Asher, with his arms crossed and jaw clenched like every second he had to share space with Arlo made his blood boil. And not Arlo, who looked like he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, his chest rising and falling with barely contained emotion.The wind stirred again, whispering through the tall trees, brushing against my skin like cold fingers. It carried something unspoken with it. Something old. Something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.And in that stillness, a single truth buried itself deep in my chest
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The forest is quiet. Too quiet.Every time I take a step, the ground crunches under me—dry leaves, broken twigs, damp earth. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, or what direction I’m even going in anymore. My legs hurt. My ribs hurt. Everything hurts.But I’m free.I keep reminding myself that. I got out.I’m not chained up in Victor’s damm prison anymore. What kind of stepfather did I even end up with, I’m not waiting for someone to come sell me like I’m nothing. I made it out. I survived.So why does it still feel like I’m in danger?The woods around me have changed. At first, it was just trees and dirt. Now the trees are taller. The air is heavier. It feels like something is watching me—something that doesn’t want me here.I pause under a low-hanging branch, trying to catch my breath.That’s when I heard the footsteps.Not from behind. From ahead. Smooth. Steady. I barely have time to turn around before they appear.Three of them.They step out of the shadows like they were ma
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I couldn’t breathe the moment I saw her.I’d pictured this a thousand times—running into Naya again, hearing her sharp tongue, or watching her eyes roll when I tried to tease her. But not like this.Not with her sitting there like a shadow of herself.I saw the bruises before I saw her eyes. Old ones. Fresh ones. Some still healing. I saw the way she sat—too still like any movement might trigger pain. Her voice when she spoke was hollow, quiet. I didn’t need to be a healer to know something had broken her.And she’d used my name to save herself.She said I was a friend.It shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.I kept my voice even, and calm when I asked where she’d been. But inside, I was unraveling. The last time I saw her, she was sprinting into the trees after telling me and Asher to get over ourselves. She’d made a sassy remark and vanished. I thought she needed space, time—gods, I even thought maybe she’d rejected both of us. I was angry. Bitter. Heartbroken.But I never thought she w
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Something was wrong.I didn’t have proof. No phone call. No message.Just this… pull in my chest. This itch under my skin like the bond between us was fraying, slipping further out of reach.She should’ve come back by now.She always ran when she was overwhelmed. I got that. But she didn’t stay gone. Not like this. Not this long.I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight, fingers tapping the edge of my desk. My office was quiet except for the sound of my beta pacing near Ethan. Loyal to the bone. Deadly in a fight. He’d known me since we were kids, and he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut when I got like this.“Ethan,” I said finally, my voice low, steady. Dangerous. “Find her.”He didn’t even blink. “How far out?”“Wherever she went after the woods. She ran. She was upset. She didn’t come back.” My hands curled into fists. “She should’ve come back. At least to the restaurant”He nodded once, already moving. “I’ll check the security cams along the border. Maybe she headed toward town
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The room was too quiet.Too soft.The silken sheets beneath me weren’t chains, but somehow they still felt like a trap.I sat on the edge of the massive bed Arlo had offered—more like insisted—I use. My hands gripped the edge, knuckles white, heart loud in my ears.Safe.That’s what I was supposed to be now.So why did it feel like I was just in another cage?I exhaled slowly and looked around the room. Gold-trimmed walls. A massive window draped in rich green velvet. The faint smell of lavender. It was beautiful. Luxurious.Wrong.I didn’t belong here.My fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, where faint marks still lingered—reminders of iron cuffs, the cold sting of captivity.I shouldn’t be here. Not in the land of the Fae. Not in this bed.Not near Arlo.He hadn’t stopped staring at me since they brought me in. Like I was some ghost he hadn’t expected to see again.I guess I hadn’t expected to see him either.Not after everything.Not after the woods. After he and Asher, argued,
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The silence after I said it stretched too long.He didn’t deny it.Didn’t even flinch.Just sat there on the floor across from me like he wasn’t a prince of the freaking Fae realm. Like he hadn’t just kept a mountain-sized secret from me.I stared at him, blanket clutched tight around me.Arlo didn’t move.“I didn’t tell you because I wanted to be Arlo to you,” he said finally, voice low. “Not the prince. Not the heir. Just… me.”I laughed. It came out wrong—cracked and bitter.“Well, congrats. You got what you wanted.”I stood and paced toward the far wall, needing space. Air. Anything but this tight, tangled feeling in my chest. I was still too sore to move fast, but it didn’t stop the fury curling in my gut.“You don’t get it,” I said, turning back to him. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. What I just ran from. And now I’m stuck here, in another prison I don’t understand, and the one person I thought I might be able to trust turns out to be a damn prince.”His face flickered
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I couldn’t breathe the moment I saw her.I’d pictured this a thousand times—running into Naya again, hearing her sharp tongue, or watching her eyes roll when I tried to tease her. But not like this.Not with her sitting there like a shadow of herself.I saw the bruises before I saw her eyes. Old ones. Fresh ones. Some still healing. I saw the way she sat—too still like any movement might trigger pain. Her voice when she spoke was hollow, quiet. I didn’t need to be a healer to know something had broken her.And she’d used my name to save herself.She said I was a friend.It shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.I kept my voice even, and calm when I asked where she’d been. But inside, I was unraveling. The last time I saw her, she was sprinting into the trees after telling me and Asher to get over ourselves. She’d made a sassy remark and vanished. I thought she needed space, time—gods, I even thought maybe she’d rejected both of us. I was angry. Bitter. Heartbroken.But I never thought she w
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The forest is quiet. Too quiet.Every time I take a step, the ground crunches under me—dry leaves, broken twigs, damp earth. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, or what direction I’m even going in anymore. My legs hurt. My ribs hurt. Everything hurts.But I’m free.I keep reminding myself that. I got out.I’m not chained up in Victor’s damm prison anymore. What kind of stepfather did I even end up with, I’m not waiting for someone to come sell me like I’m nothing. I made it out. I survived.So why does it still feel like I’m in danger?The woods around me have changed. At first, it was just trees and dirt. Now the trees are taller. The air is heavier. It feels like something is watching me—something that doesn’t want me here.I pause under a low-hanging branch, trying to catch my breath.That’s when I heard the footsteps.Not from behind. From ahead. Smooth. Steady. I barely have time to turn around before they appear.Three of them.They step out of the shadows like they were ma
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Victor’s voice sounded like it was coming from underwater, each word distorted, sluggish, unreal.“Don’t let her bleed too much.”Then darkness—like someone poured ink into my mind. The last thing I saw before it swallowed me was the sunset—orange, soft, beautiful—and so wrong. It was like the world had no idea what was happening to me.And then—nothing.No dreams. No pain. Just the cold silence of unconsciousness.When I woke up, it was to chains.Heavy ones, cuffed around my wrists and ankles, lined with faint runes that burned cold against my skin. I was lying on a thin mat that smelled like mildew and blood. The room—or maybe it was a cell—was stone, damp, lit only by a flickering bulb overhead.I didn’t cry.Not then.Because the part of me that could cry, the part that would’ve panicked or screamed or begged—was still somewhere in that darkness.I don’t know how long I’ve been here.Time blurs in captivity. It doesn’t matter how many times someone drags you to your feet, shoves
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She didn’t reject me,” Arlo said, eyes flicking to her. “Not yet.”His voice had dropped. Less rage, more pain.She stepped out from behind me then. Just enough to be seen.“Arlo, I didn’t know you were near,” she said softly. “I wasn’t hiding anything.”That burned.Even if it wasn’t aimed at me.I kept my face still, but inside I was gripping something sharp and jagged.“So you were gonna tell him eventually?” I asked, my voice lower now. “After what we just did?”She looked at me, and it hurt. She looked torn.“I didn’t expect to feel it that fast,” she said. “With you.”I didn’t say anything.Because I didn’t need to.Arlo stepped forward as if he still had some say. “If the bond hasn’t settled, she has the right to choose.”I turned toward him, full.“Say that again,” I said, stepping closer.He hesitated.“She’s not your property,” he said, straightening himself. “You don’t get to make that decision for her.”“Funny,” I muttered. “You screamed like you thought you did.”We locke
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She was standing there like she didn’t know what she did to me. Like she wasn’t the only thing I saw in a world full of noise.The air was sharp and cold. But her—she was warm. Even from a few feet away, I could feel it. Like heat coming off a fire I wasn’t allowed to touch.Not yet.I stepped closer. Not fast. Not obvious. Just enough.Her breath hitched. I caught it.She always looked at me like she was mad she couldn’t ignore me. Like her body betrayed her before her brain could stop it.That was the fun part.“You cold?” I asked, voice low, rougher than I meant.She nodded. Maybe. I don’t know if she even heard me.I reached for her wrist. My fingers wrapped around it, warm against her skin, and she didn’t pull back. Her pulse jumped under my touch. Quick. Nervous. Wanting.I stepped in, slow.I liked watching her react. The way her chest rose. The way she swallowed hard like her body already knew where this was going.I moved my hand to her waist and felt her shiver.“Tell me to
