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Chapter 395 The Taste of a Lie

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 11:15:42

Scarlett

Erik doesn’t leave my side for the rest of the night.

He sits by the window, arms folded across his chest, pretending to read the book in his lap. His jaw is too tight. His eyes never stop scanning the shadows outside. I can feel his magic stirring beneath his skin. Quiet, controlled, but on edge.

Mine doesn’t settle at all.

The taste of Loki’s presence still clings to the air. I’ve scrubbed the walls three times, reinforced every ward Aunt Cerelia taught me, and whispered three different incantations over the threshold. But I still feel him. Like silk wrapped around my spine. Like a thought that won’t go.

“He’s gone,” I say, for what feels like the hundredth time. “I know,” Erik replies. “But you’re waiting for him to come back.”

“I’m waiting to see if you’re going to break.” My stomach clenches and I whirl on him. “Break?”

“You haven’t stopped shaking since he left,” Erik says implacably. “I’m not scared of him.”

“No,” Erik says, voice too soft. “You’re tempted by him.” The
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