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Someone’s messing with the trials

Author: Author Calypso
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ALTHEA

The wind still clings to my cloak as they lead me away from the others. My limbs feel numb, but not from the cold. Everyone watched. Everyone saw. I was touched by all four elements.

It shouldn’t be possible.

An official walks beside me, saying nothing, his face pale and tight. I don’t ask questions. My heart is still racing too fast, and there’s a deep, twisting feeling in my stomach like something terrible is coming.

They bring me to a stone platform at the edge of the elemental grounds. The rest of the girls are lined up across the field, waiting their turn for what comes next. But I’m separated now. Watched. Whispered about.

“The elemental path awaits,” the man says, then steps back.

A new trial.

A massive arch of stone rises ahead. Beyond it, I can see the first challenge—fire. Real fire. Not the elegant kind that dances in torches. This is wild and angry, stretched across a narrow canyon in swirling waves of flame and smoke. It crackles so loud it drowns out
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    ALTHEAHe’s here.In the middle of a damn fight, of all things. But somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. If there’s one constant in this twisted world of ours, it’s that Asher finds trouble, or maybe it finds him.I stand frozen, breath shallow, eyes locked on the crude fighting ring set up in the middle of the bar’s wide back room. The air is heavy with sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of spilled ale. People press close to the wooden rails, shouting, placing bets, eager for blood.And there, right in the center, is him.The man moving with lethal grace, stalking slow circles around his opponent like a predator toying with prey. He’s so much bigger than the other man, muscles straining beneath a dark tunic, body coiled tight with energy. But it’s the way he moves that twists something deep inside me. Not just fluid—calculated. Like he’s already three steps ahead, mapping every dodge, every strike, every final blow.A cloth wraps around the lower half of his face, hiding his mouth, nose, e

  • The Mate Games   He’s here

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  • The Mate Games   A confrontation

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  • The Mate Games   Wedding preparations

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  • The Mate Games   Varya’s diary entry 10

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