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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 54

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-17 18:20:56
The moon rode high—silver and watchful—casting a chill gleam upon Vladimir's private quarters' obsidian walls. There was a fire in the hearth, sputtering like muffled mirth. Silk drapes rippled on the unseen wind. And at the center of the great bed, draped in sheets of blood-red velvet, sat Emereah—still, waiting.

She was clothed in nothing but a gossamer mantle of gold, the leftovers of ritualistic robes cast off by invisible slaves at the bidding of the sorcerer. Her hair cascaded in waves of red down her spine, her skin glowing faintly with the remains of the spell. Her eyes—blue pale ones—were the oddest of all, however.

Still.

But unempty.

Vladimir entered, his robe half-open, his gaze locked on her as if she were the world and all its stars. He stopped a few paces away from the bed and looked at her.

"Do you know what tonight is, my Luna?" he whispered.

Emereah nodded once. "Our bond night."

His lips curled. "Yes. Our final seal. After this… no magic can undo what we become.".

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