GILDEON
“How did you cross into this realm?” Gildeon asked as he settled onto a flat slab of rock across from Jeric.
The shapeshifter tilted his head, lips peeling back into a crooked grin, his eyes wild with a manic gleam. “I don’t know.”
A circle of fire burst to life at Jeric’s feet. With the faintest twitch of Gildeon’s fingers, the flames licked at his skin.
Jeric hissed, chains rattling as he lunged forward against them, snarling.
“Don’t make me ask twice,” Gildeon warned.
“I swear I don’t know!” Jeric spat, saliva thick in his mouth. When the fire climbed higher, wrapping around his legs, his screams echoed off the cavern walls. “Stop! Stop!”
The flames withdrew, but hovered close, ready to strike again at Gildeon’s will. Angry burns scorched across Jeric’s skin, the flesh blistering and sizzling where the fire had grazed him. The stench of charred meat filled the air. Yet even as the wounds smoked, his body wr
ARAHAt the reception, she did her best to act normal, not drawing any suspicion from Gildeon. Thankfully, he seemed genuinely engrossed in a surprisingly pleasant conversation with Tonio. It left her quietly baffled—when and how had they become this friendly? Gildeon used to complain all the time about how much he disliked working for her friend.Either they’d magically warmed up to each other, or Gildeon was putting on a show. But it didn’t matter. She was just grateful he was keeping up a human-friendly front. Besides, she needed him distracted while she figured out how to get Nick alone.She had decided not to tell Gildeon about her suspicions—at least not yet. She feared he’d drag Nick straight to Roselia’s torture chamber, and that just felt... cruel. It was still his wedding night, and tearing him away from Mabel based on a gut feeling didn’t seem fair.Cora and Patricia would occasionally ask her opinion on whatever they were chat
ARAHA month had passed since the incident with Jeric. She’d kept Cora in the loop about what really happened, and in return, Cora helped her spin the lie for their ever-curious friends, Mabel and Tonio. The two were easily convinced that Jeric had been a distant nephew of Sonia Gardo, whom she had raised like her own son.Together, she and Cora crafted a story about how the pair had simply returned to the mainland... and that Gildeon’s sudden rush to fetch Arah that day had been nothing more than a silly misunderstanding born out of jealousy.Nothing else terrible had happened since then, thankfully. Life had settled back into something resembling normal. She worked in her studio as usual. Gildeon was back at the university. The reprieve had been a blessing, and she hoped it would last a little longer this time.Gildeon had told her everything Jeric had revealed to him—his origin, how he came to Earthland…Even now, she still stru
GILDEON“How did you cross into this realm?” Gildeon asked as he settled onto a flat slab of rock across from Jeric.The shapeshifter tilted his head, lips peeling back into a crooked grin, his eyes wild with a manic gleam. “I don’t know.”A circle of fire burst to life at Jeric’s feet. With the faintest twitch of Gildeon’s fingers, the flames licked at his skin.Jeric hissed, chains rattling as he lunged forward against them, snarling.“Don’t make me ask twice,” Gildeon warned.“I swear I don’t know!” Jeric spat, saliva thick in his mouth. When the fire climbed higher, wrapping around his legs, his screams echoed off the cavern walls. “Stop! Stop!”The flames withdrew, but hovered close, ready to strike again at Gildeon’s will. Angry burns scorched across Jeric’s skin, the flesh blistering and sizzling where the fire had grazed him. The stench of charred meat filled the air. Yet even as the wounds smoked, his body wr
GILDEON“I can’t believe you’ve had a hidden torture chamber all this time,” he said as he glanced around the cavern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”They were deep inside the cave, half a mile from Roselia’s farmstead. Jagged stalactites hung from the ceiling like teeth, decorated with vines he was sure Roselia had placed there. Cold water dripped from above, the sound echoing off the stone like a slow heartbeat. A few stalagmites rose from the ground to mirror them, spaced wide enough to walk through. These were wrapped in flowers he could only presume were poisonous.The chamber was large enough to hold at least a middling beast. Runes etched into the walls pulsed with strong yellow light. They served both as illumination and as a binding force to keep a prisoner contained.“Well, you never asked,” Roselia said beside him. When his glare cut toward her, she stifled a laugh behind her hand. “My Lord, I may be bound to serve you, but that does
ARAHThe pain was immediate and total. Acid seared through her armored flanks, every breath like inhaling boiling seawater. But now the panic wasn’t just hers—it belonged to the creature too, a fusion of instincts and desperation.She flexed her raptorial claws, feeling alien tension coil in their joints. A plan surged into her mind: Move. Shock. Strike.Instead of thrashing wildly, she let her limbs go slack. But her tail coiled tight, then snapped out in a wide, whipping arc.Crack!The spiked tail slammed into the bone wall beside her, sending vibrations through the curved rib. The teeth anchoring her shifted just enough for her to slip free.She couldn’t believe this actually worked. But at least she was able to prove that the mantis could break open this enclosure.Arah barely had time to register the thought before Jeric’s tentacles sealed off the outside, just as the teeth-filled spine snapped back into a narro
ARAHThe creature that burst from her palm hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a towering thing, plated in segmented, iridescent armor that glimmered faintly like oil on water. Steam hissed from its blue shell where her blood still clung. Behind it, a spiked tail swept around, smashing into vases and forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit.Six limbs anchored the creature, but the forward pair—its forelimbs—twitched restlessly, the jointed claws folding and unfolding with an audible click-clack that carried across the air. Its head—part insect, part reptile—swiveled toward Jeric, three unblinking blue eyes locking on him.Arah stared at the aquatic mantis-looking creature, hardly able to believe something like this had come out of her own hand. She glanced down at her palm—the sigil there had shifted to a deep, luminous blue, glowing and pulsing with a strange rhythm. The power it radiated felt both foreign and achingly familiar, as thou