His broad shoulders. That ever-stoic expression. That infuriating, intoxicating presence. He was standing by the window like he ruled the world and didn’t even need to try. And somehow… he was hers. A blush crept to her cheeks before she could stop it. She smiled to herself, a soft flutter bloomi
The fire crackled in the hearth, snapping like bones breaking. Outside, the rain picked up again, tapping against the windows in a steady rhythm like a warning drum. Unity didn’t move. Her gun was still loosely at her side, but her jaw was tight, eyes burning holes into Benedict Eryx. He sat there
Rain tapped gently against the tall windows like fingers drumming on glass, a soft rhythm in the background. Somewhere behind her, the fireplace cracked as it fed on its logs. The light danced on Benedict’s face, flickering shadows beneath his eyes, but his composure remained cold. Unity slowly low
The woods behind the capital were dead silent. too silent. Leaves crunched beneath their boots as Unity followed Zan down a jagged path, lit only by the weak beam of a single flashlight. Mist clung to the ground like smoke, curling around their legs. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled, its cr
The palace walls were soaked in gold. Not just the color, but the weight of it. Heavy curtains swept across towering windows, floor-length and lush like draped crowns. Velvet red, trimmed with braided black silk, glowed in the late afternoon light. Izora stood just beyond the entrance to the Royal
Claude turned to him sharply, eyes narrowed. “Stop acting like a child and focus,” he snapped. Otis’s grin dimmed, replaced with something more calculating. The trees around them swayed, their long shadows dancing under the flicker of distant firelight. Another low *boom* echoed in the distance, a