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81. An Unripe Little Fruit

Author’s Point of ViewZero a did not quite know what emotion she was supposed to feel after hearing his explanation. “A-an unripe fruit? Excuse me? Who does he think he—” “Shh… Go upstairs now.”The warmth that had briefly shimmered in his gaze faded, replaced by a cold, shadowed chill that settled over him like dusk swallowing light. Zerina understood in that instant that she should not push him any further. Still, she could not help the agitation rising within her. Being likened to a fruit was one thing—but an unripe fruit? That comparison bruised her pride. She puffed out her cheeks in protest and lifted her foot as if to stomp, but before doing so, she shot him a glare meant to convey her displeasure at being compared to an inanimate object. Fortunately for her, she was already halfway up the stairs—yes, she deliberately chose the staircase instead of the elevator mostly because she didn’t want to be reminded of her trauma and also, so she could imagine stepping on his fa

82. Exercising?

Zerina’s Point Of View When I woke up, the sky outside was still dim and grey. For a moment I simply blinked up at the ceiling, trying to understand where I was and why my body felt so warm and comfortable. Then my memory slowly returned. Right… I had been reading while waiting for Lysander. My eyes widened. Wait. WAIT. “Oh my God…” I gasped and shot upright in bed. “Did I seriously fall asleep?!” Panic flooded my system instantly. I whipped my head around the room, searching for any sign of him. There was nothing. No tall, dark, terrifyingly handsome man leaning against the wall. No dangerous presence sitting by the bed. He wasn’t here. “Was he downstairs the whole time?” I muttered nervously. Or had he come in… seen me sleeping… and just left? My stomach twisted. What time was it?! I scrambled across the bed, nearly face-planting on the mattress as I grabbed my phone from the bedside table. The moment I saw the time, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Morning. I

83. Romantic Kiss Under the Snow

My heart was already exhausted from the ridiculous jogging torture Lysander had forced me through earlier, yet somehow it began beating even faster. I didn’t even understand how that was possible. It was as if the poor thing had decided to abandon all logic and simply sprint toward its own destruction. Before I even realized what he was doing, Lysander suddenly moved. One second I was standing there, still catching my breath from running, and the next I felt a sudden sting at my wrist as his hand caught it. Everything happened far too quickly. His shadow fell over me. His other hand rose to my face. Then his lips were on mine. Warm. Firm. Brief. So brief that by the time my brain understood what had happened, it was already over. The kiss lasted barely a moment but it was enough for my head to be filled with torrents of memories rushing back in. The way I’d felt that night. My hot flushed body. Gosh, Zerina. Get a hold of yourself. These memories left my entire world spinning.M

84. Speechless For Once

Zerina’s Point Of ViewThe moment we stepped across the threshold, the heavy oak doors of the mansion clicked shut behind us, sealing out the mundane morning world. I expected Lysander to carry me all the way up the grand staircase, perhaps straight to my room or to some other unexpected corner of his vast estate. Instead, he took a sharp turn into the dining room.The air in here still smelled faintly of the rich coffee and lingering spices from last night's dinner, but the room itself was dark, the heavy velvet drapes drawn tightly against the rising sun. Without a word, Lysander set me down gently on the polished hardwood floor. My sneakers made a soft squeaking sound against the wood. I blinked, looking up at him, but before I could open my mouth to ask what we were doing in the dining room, his long fingers brushed lightly against my chin.“Close your eyes, Zerina,” he commanded. His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed that quiet, unyielding steel that made my compliance automati

85. HARNESSING HER POWER 1

AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW"Oh, God! Oh, God!"The shock of the ice-cold water did not merely wake Vespera; it pierced through her skin like a thousand tiny glass needles, violently ripping her from a nightmare only to thrust her into a harsher reality.She choked, gasping for air as her lungs seized up against the freezing deluge. Her vision blurred, water streaming down her eyelashes and dripping from her soaked, tangled hair. Blindly thrashing against the damp, coarse wool of her cot, she bolted upright, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs."What the fuck!" Vespera screamed, her voice cracking, raspy from sleep and raw with immediate fury. She wiped her eyes aggressively with the back of her wet sleeve, her teeth already chattering. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!"Standing at the foot of her low bed was a young witch who looked to be exactly her age, holding an empty wooden bucket. The girl’s posture was rigid, her expression entirely devoid of remorse. Her dark eyes were

86. HARNESSING HER POWER 2

AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW A chorus of malicious laughter erupted from the young witches. The words sliced through Vespera like a blade. A cockroach? Damn people could've used a better insect. The humiliation was suffocating; she wanted the stone ground to open up and swallow her whole. Every single young witch in the circle was laughing, their faces twisted in amusement—except for the fierce girl standing right in front of Vespera. She remained entirely stern. Her dark eyes bored into Vespera, unwavering, cutting through the mocking noise of the crowd. "Let them laugh," the girl said, her voice dropping to a low, intense register that somehow commanded Vespera's absolute attention. "But I know they're wrong. I saw the fire in your eyes when you woke up today. I see the potential in you, Vespera. It’s buried under a mountain of useless, weak emotions, but it is there." Vespera stared back at her, her breath catching in her throat. As she looked into the girl's stern, unyielding

87. HARNESSING HER POWER 3

The wind on the desolate Antarctic mountain peak did not merely blow; it roared like a living, predatory beast, tearing at Vespera’s thin tunic and biting into her exposed skin. She stood frozen in place, paralyzed by a blinding wave of sheer panic. She didn't know what to do. In all her twenty years of comfortable, human existence as Bianca, she had never been taught how to survive, let alone how to conjure mystical portals out of thin air to escape a frozen wasteland.The cold was an absolute, suffocating weight. Within minutes, her lips began to turn a terrifying shade of bruised blue, and a violent, uncontrollable shaking seized her entire body. Thick, erratic goosebumps erupted across her arms and legs, standing out sharply against her rapidly paling skin. Every breath she dragged into her lungs felt like swallowing crushed glass. She wrapped her trembling arms around her torso, squeezing her eyes shut as the freezing mist lashed against her face, but there was no escaping the

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