MasukARAH
She sprang to her feet, skin prickling with a sudden wave of unease. She didn’t know who the man in the white suit was, but every instinct screamed threat. He hadn’t come here as a friend. He didn’t look like a tourist, either. There was something about him—something cold, practiced, dangerous—that made her want to run and not stop.
Finn rose as well, much calmer than she was, stepping slightly forward as if to position himself between her and the stranger.
“Do you know him?” she asked, eyes flicking to Finn. Maybe this guy was after him.
But then her gaze shifted to Mabel, who was still refusing to meet her eyes—and Arah knew, right then, that this was about her.
“I appreciate your assistance in locating her, Mrs. Torres,” the man said, addressing Mabel.
Arah’s eyes narrowed. She noticed Mabel’s fingers briefly graze her shoulder—the same spot where the man’s hand had rested just moments ago.
If Arah had to gues
ARAHHer hand flew to his shoulder with the intent to push him away, but it faltered. Her fingers curled instead, gripping muscle, then slid up to his neck, where his skin was hot beneath her palm. The kiss sharpened instantly. It was insistent, mouths moving with purpose, breath tangling between them.Her lips parted, a soft sound escaping her, and he took it as an invitation. The world narrowed to heat and pressure, to the scrape of his stubbled jaw, the solid presence of him pressed close. When his hand slipped the strap of her nightie free, she inhaled sharply, the sudden exposure making her more aware of herself than she’d ever been. He cupped her breasts, his thumb teasing and tugging at each sensitive peak, pulling a whimper from her lips.He then lowered his head, his tongue circling her areolas before capturing the hardened bud between his teeth and sucking intensely, drawing a sharp arch from her back.His other hand slipped under her nightie, caressing the inside of her thi
ARAHShe held her breath as Gildeon’s face darkened, his hard expression sending her pulse into a sprint.Then came his voice laced with heat. “No.”Her brows pulled together. “What do you mean, no?”Feviel stepped in. “It’s her choice to come with me. You can’t stop that.”“Try me,” Gildeon growled low. One of his hands morphed, scales creeping up his forearm, claws igniting with fire.“Gildeon, stop it!” Arah snapped.He threw her a sharp look. “You think after what happened today, I’ll let you out of my sight?”Her words caught in her throat.“Hate me all you want,” he said, “but you’re staying here. Whether you like it or not.”Arah felt his anger, and she found herself unable to oppose him. Then she saw Feviel tense beside her, ready to argue, but she reached out and gently grabbed his arm, stopping him.Gildeon’s glare snapped to her hand. She felt heat lick her skin. She yanked it back instinctively, the spot stinging.“It’s okay, Feviel,” she said quietly. “You can leave me he
GILDEONHe couldn’t shake the suspicion gnawing at him about the sylph Arah had called Feviel.Gildeon knew he was hiding something. But what unsettled him most was whatever the sylph had done to make the hunter release them. It didn’t make sense.As far as Gildeon understood, hunters never abandoned a mission—not unless directly ordered by the Shining Keeper.What the fuck was that sigil? Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t gotten a clear look. Just a flash of blue, ancient symbols, and suddenly... silence.Yadira’s voice broke through his thoughts. “I don’t understand why you ordered us to leave, Captain,” she said. “We could’ve demanded answers from him right then.”He barely looked at her. “Arah needs time with that sylph alone,” he said, voice distant, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the hunter.Yadira muttered behind him. “I don’t understand why you’re doing that sylph’s bidding. Tell us she doesn
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







