The violet mist didn't feel like a weapon. It felt like a fever.As the Origin Strain shattered in the air between us, the world didn't explode in violence—it dissolved into a hazy, shimmering purple dream. The Blackwood Elders and their men were suddenly irrelevant, their shouts muffled as if they were behind a thick pane of glass. My entire universe narrowed down to the man kneeling before me.Killian.The mist surged toward him, drawn to the Rose already burning in his veins. I watched, breathless, as he threw his head back, his throat corded and straining. He wasn't just absorbing a formula; he was being claimed by an ancient, primal power. His shirt tore at the seams as his muscles surged, his skin glowing with a faint, iridescent light that made him look like a fallen god."Killian!" I cried out, reaching through the haze.He snapped his head toward me. The dark, soulful brown eyes I loved were gone, replaced by a swirling, hypnotic violet. But he didn't look at me with the cold
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