“Yeah,” I whispered, barely a sound. “I agree.”A satisfied smile spread on his lips—not some cheap victory grin, but like a king finally seeing his kingdom bow at his feet.“Just as I thought,” he muttered.He then grabbed my hand, flipped it over, and kissed the wrist where I once cut myself. The scars were gone, but the pain inside wasn’t.“Now,” he said softly, pulling me up to follow him. His movements were graceful, but there was strength in them, the kind that made the air shift. “We begin.”He closed his eyes, and in a blink, the room changed. The light dimmed. A scent of incense I hadn’t noticed before crept through the air like invisible fog. A glowing blood-red circle appeared under our feet.His body started to shimmer faintly. He raised his hand and began chanting something in a language I didn’t know—something that made the hair on my neck stand up.Then, suddenly, he stopped. His gaze locked onto me.He stepped closer, the light around him flickering unstable. His face
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