Masuk
ARAH
Plumber Paul was dead.
Not even a month had passed since he’d walked into her shop and picked her Clover Wish for his first tattoo. She'd pitched that design as a lucky charm to her clients—just a gimmick of sorts. So imagine her surprise when Paul’s wish to win the lottery actually came true days later.
Now, he was gone. Just like that. It wasn’t because of her tattoo, of course. But with that last memory of him, how could she ever look at her Clover Wish and call it lucky again?
Her eyes drifted down to Barky, who was happily munching on his dog food. She squatted next to him, stroking his back and twirling her fingers through his soft brown fur. At least she had this big guy to cheer her up.
The bathroom door creaked open. She glanced up to see Gildeon strolling down the hallway in black sweatpants, rubbing his dark hair with a towel. She’d seen him naked plenty of times, but each time, his perfectly sculpted body drew her gaze like a moth to a flame. The way his muscles flexed with every move always made her blush like a teenager seeing a hot guy for the first time.
At least her past self had good taste.
For six months, she’d been scared and suspicious of Gildeon. How could she not be when she couldn't remember marrying him? Still, it’d be a lie to say she’d never fantasized about him making her come in every way possible.
But until she got her memories back and trusted him completely, she wasn’t about to give in to him—no matter how incredibly irresistible he was.
When Gildeon walked into the dining area, the scent of his minty soap and aftershave filled her senses. Everything about him was so addictive. It made her wonder what she was like falling in love with him before this whole amnesia thing.
“Dinner's ready,” she said, trying to hide her excitement. “Tonio taught me a new recipe for that tuna. Hope you’ll like it.”
Her heart sank a little when he barely glanced at the table. What was she expecting anyway? A loving smile? A “this looks delicious, you're the best wife ever” response?
‘Stop trying so hard to please him, Arah,’ she thought, smiling bitterly to herself. It wasn’t fair that she seemed to be the only one trying to make this marriage feel real. What else could she do? It hurt thinking he’d probably only start appreciating her efforts once she agreed to sleep with him.
Arah washed her hands and returned to find Gildeon already seated, now wearing a shirt from the pile of folded clothes on the couch.
She sat across from him and loaded some veggies onto her plate. “Did you hear what happened to Plumber Paul?” she asked, her tone somber. Gildeon’s attention was still on the food even as she said, “He got stung by a jellyfish. He didn’t make it.”
“Didn’t he just win the lottery?” he said, without so much as flinching. What was he made of? A block of ice?
“I really thought my Clover Wish gave him that luck,” she muttered, more to herself.
That made Gildeon pause and glance up at her. “What Clover Wish?”
“My latest art—the one I inked him with,” she replied before taking a spoonful of food. “Shame he didn’t get to enjoy his prize for long.”
Gildeon leaned back in his chair, staring pensively at his plate, drumming a finger on the table. Did the news finally get to him? It took a while, but she’d take it. Maybe he still had a heart after all.
“When did it happen?” he asked, meeting her gaze with a serious expression.
“This noon. I heard it from Tonio.” She bit her lip, pondering. “Though it’s weird he decided to swim in the rocky area alone.”
A lot didn’t make sense to Arah, but if she dwelled on it too much, she'd feel sorrier for the poor guy.
Pushing stray blue curls out of her eyes, she said, “Um, the mayor’s doing a public funeral for him. You should come with me.”
“Public funeral?” He raised a brow. “Where’s the body?”
“Yeah, it’s public,” she replied, reaching for her pineapple juice. “He didn’t have any family left, so there’s no one to organize it. But almost everyone on the island knew him, so—”
“Arah, where’s the body now?” His sharp voice cut her off, almost making her spill her drink.
What was up with him all of a sudden?
ARAHShe caught Feviel casting discreet glances toward Gildeon before finally speaking.“I can’t say certain things,” he said, “in the presence of the salamanders.”“You bastard,” Yadira snapped. “You swore you would tell us once Arah was safe.” She gritted her teeth. “I knew you sylphs couldn’t be trusted.”Arah blinked, mildly stung by the remark. But she let it pass. Yadira had every reason to be cautious of their kind. Still, it hurt a little to hear it said out loud.“Yadira,” Gildeon called his lieutenant to heel. Then he turned to Arah, his eyes softening slightly as they met hers—a silent question in his gaze, asking what she wanted to do.“I want to talk to Feviel alone,” she said.He narrowed his eyes, and for a second she thought he would insist on staying. But something else seemed to have bothered him.“Feviel?” he murmured, turning his attention to the other sylph. “So you do know him.”
ARAHShe had no idea what had just happened.One moment, she’d been chained to a chair in that disorienting, color-smeared room, waiting for the hunter to return. The next thing she knew, she was standing in the middle of her bedroom.The swirling colors were gone. There was no more cosmic pressure. No suffocating energy.Her wary eyes swept the room. Everything looked real, not a fabricated illusion. She reached out, touched the edge of her bed, then her vanity.Solid. Tangible. This really was her room.The door flew open behind her.She spun, ready to defend herself—only to find Feviel rushing in. There was worry written across his face. Genuine worry. It startled her more than the sudden change in scenery. She had never seen that look on him in the fragments of memory she’d recovered from her past.But then she thought, maybe this was what Earthland did to a sylph.“Are you hurt?” he asked, his gaze
GILDEONHis jaw clenched. “Where is she?”The hunter turned slightly, angling his head toward the room behind him. “Inside the Hall of Reckoning,” he said, “where she awaits my judgment.”“You don’t want to do that,” the sylph chimed in, stepping forward.The hunter scoffed, but his gaze narrowed at the sylph. Gildeon couldn’t tell if it was curiosity or amusement. “Do not think I’ve forgotten about you, sylph. You shall be judged too, for deserting Shamibar.”The sylph stayed silent.Gildeon glanced at him, a question lingering. Had he really abandoned his post? There was no time to wonder. Not now.If Arah was inside that room, he had to move fast.He began channeling energy from his core, power humming beneath his hide. Flames curled at the edges of his claws.He shifted forward, ready to lunge. But the hunter’s gaze snapped back to him, and the house groaned beneath them.The pressure hit like
ARAHThe way the hunter said those last words sent a cold ripple down her spine.This wasn’t like the others—those who fought her to claim her power, or simply saw her as an enemy to eliminate.The hunter wanted her judged. Condemned. Erased. And somehow, that felt worse. Like she was already doomed before she’d even been given a chance.She’d heard about how hunters were terrifying, but she’d probably still underestimated them. Her heart was pounding so violently, she knew he could hear every frantic beat. She felt small before him.How was she getting out of this? Where was Feviel?She hoped he was still alive, that he hadn’t been harmed in any way.Her eyes slipped shut, and Gildeon’s face flashed in her mind. The truth she had just learned about him still burned. But a quiet part of her wondered if he would come for her if he knew she’d been taken.A bitter thought twisted in her chest. If he were to save her, maybe it was only to protect what he needed from her.She clenched her
GILDEONHe didn’t like how the sylph dodged his question. His jaw tensed, ready to press him for an answer, but the blue-haired man beat him to it.“I’ll explain everything once Araheen is safe,” the sylph said, turning his back without waiting for a response.Gildeon felt his lieutenants glance at him, awaiting a command. He didn’t meet their eyes. Without a word, he followed.As they moved through the island’s twisted terrain, time lost all meaning. Minutes blurred. One moment, they were near the town square, and with a blink, they were walking the dirt road that led to their property.“She’s in there,” the sylph said, pointing toward the house ahead.“That’s our home,” Gildeon muttered, narrowing his eyes. He scanned the house with dragon sight, but picked up nothing. No trace of Arah. No trace of the hunter. Just a dead, hollow aura smothering the place.“Every time I try to step past the boundary…” The sylph gestured toward the flickering pulse of energy running along the fence g
GILDEONHe studied the black wall, which curved from the back like a real tidal wave frozen mid-surge. When he reached out and touched it, a sharp jolt of electricity slammed through him—an instant, violent shock that lit up every nerve in his body.He heard simultaneous groans from Eitan and Yadira on the other side. They must’ve tried the same thing even though they couldn’t see the entire thing.Before he could warn Roselia to stay back, she stepped forward and slipped right through the edge of the wall like it wasn’t even there.“What is it, My Lord?” she asked, pausing when she saw the look on his face. “Did I step through it?”“You don’t feel anything?”She raised her chin, the pre-evening light glinting off her sunglasses. “Just a heavy surge of energy. But it doesn’t hurt.”Gildeon nodded slowly, turning back to inspect the wall. “It’s probably only dangerous to higher mortals.”“Is there an entrance?”







