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Chapter 374 Beneath Her Skin

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 23:29:58

Scarlett

I wake with a scream buried in my chest. Again.

The silence after the intensity of my dream is too heavy. The house is still, quiet in a way that presses against my skin.

Erik stirs beside me but he doesn’t wake up. I press a hand to his chest, calming myself with the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Once my breaths stop sounding like the panting of someone who’s just finished a sprint, I slip from our bed.

I don’t turn on the light. Who needs electricity when the faint glow coming from beneath my skin is enough.

It pulses along my arms, golden and eerie, threading like lightning trapped beneath glass. I curl my fingers into fists, trying to contain it. But the magic wants out. It wants more.

I step into the bathroom and lock the door. My reflection startles me. There’s a shimmer in my irises now, a flickering halo of something ancient. The veins at my throat glow faintly, spiderwebs of light crawling under my skin. I touch the glass and it feels too cold.

I lower mysel
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