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“We can’t exactly drive to Scotland in my Jeep,” he chuckled, catching the curiosity in my expression. I glanced up at his face, suppressing a laugh. “Yeah, but we can’t go barefoot either!” I shrugged, trying to hide how awkward the whole situation was starting to feel. The remaining uncertainty was almost too much to take seriously.The Sheriff’s grin faded as he gave a quick nod, his voice lowering to something more serious. “I know someone who can smuggle us into Nymeria, no documentation needed,” he said, eyes flicking between Dominic and me. “But… you’re not going to like where we have to go.”I frowned at that. "Where, exactly?"Instead of answering, he asked, “Did you bring your sword?”I nodded, showing my sword hanging at my waist. He turned on his heel and started leading the way, leaving us no choice but to follow. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but when we stopped in front of the old library, my heart sank.“The library?” I muttered, looking up at the familiar, looming s

To our right, the river flowed, its waters shimmering in the morning light. The path ahead stretched long and winding, descending the hill in a gentle slope. Thankfully, it wasn’t too steep, but the journey ahead still felt difficult.With every step, I could still feel the pulse of Dominic’s hand lingering on my skin, a reminder of the hunger I couldn’t quite shake off, a hunger that wasn’t just mine.Together, we managed to descend the cliff, our bodies aching from the struggle as we finally found a way into the dark, abandoned city below. What should have been a scenic place with cobbled streets and charming stone buildings now felt like a forgotten graveyard. Silence reigned over the streets, so unnatural it felt as though the entire city was holding its breath. What was once vibrant and alive was now a shell of itself, as if the people who once filled the streets were too terrified to leave their homes. A sense of dread hung in the air, thick and suffocating.It felt like somethi

But the light mood quickly shifted as his expression grew more serious, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Now, down to business." He glanced between us with curiosity and a hint of calculation. "How exactly are you planning to help us?""We’re going to help you catch the witch," I replied with confidence, feeling the weight of the moment settling over me. "But first, I need to see my friend, Luna Redwood." My voice carried an urgency that I couldn’t suppress.Lucian’s smile vanished for the first time, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. "I’m afraid..." He paused, his gaze flickering between me and my friends, as though weighing how much to reveal. "She escaped."The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What?" I breathed, my heart suddenly racing. "Luna is one of my most powerful soldiers," Lucian continued, his voice calm but laced with regret. "It was only a matter of time before she found a way out. Captivity was never going to hold her for long."His words sent a chill creep

He raised a finger, pointing at her with deadly calm. “If you ever lay a finger on her again…” He let his hand drop slowly, the threat lingering in the air. “You will regret it.” His voice was low, but the danger behind it was unmistakable.Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving Victoria behind in her misery. A scream tore from her throat, echoing through the halls as she hurled whatever she could get her hands on. I could hear the sharp crashes of objects shattering, each sound piercing through my already fragile state. And with each crash, my guilt deepened. I was beginning to hate myself.Evening came, casting long shadows over Lucian’s office as we gathered around the table for dinner. The air between us was thick, the tension from earlier still hanging like a storm cloud waiting to burst. No one spoke of what had happened; it was as if the room was suffocating under the weight of our unspoken emotions.Lucian, however, broke the

The control I’d fought so hard to keep began to slip, my body surrendering, arching instinctively into his warmth. “I can’t…” I tried again, but my fingers betrayed me, clutching his collar as I turned, pushing him back against the wall, my breaths coming in shallow, frantic gasps. His lips hovered close to mine, and the distance was maddening, this teasing, aching pull that had me starving to taste him.And then, as if we both snapped at once, our mouths met in a fierce, wild clash. I could feel his hands moving, exploring, pressing into my skin with a desperate intensity that matched my own. My fingers wound into his hair, holding him close, unwilling to let a single inch come between us. My body seemed to know this hunger as if it had waited a lifetime for it, responding to his touch with a fierce, unrestrained need.His grip tightened around my waist, his hands trailing lower, pulling me closer, fitting us together like two halves finally colliding. My own hands moved instinctively