"I will drink you dry."King Malachi didn’t just… vanish, into the shadows. no, he became them, somehow. One moment he was right there by the armchair, and then , he materialized in front of me like a bad thought you can’t shake. His icy fingers clamped around my throat with that crushing force a steel vice would have, if steel could feel cold.I choked, sure, but i didn’t panic. I shoved both of my hands flat into his chest, unloading a blinding, point-blank strike of pure celestial starlight.It should have turned him to ash instantly. It didn’t. Instead the ancient darkness clinging to his body sucked the impact in, hissing, smoking, like water thrown onto a grease fire, yeah, except meaner. He didn’t fall apart. He didn’t even really break—he only flinched, like it was an insult, and a cruel smile stretched across his flawless pale face."I am not one of my foot soldiers, little goddess," Malachi whispered. His breath froze the tears on my cheeks. "I have walked in the dark for t
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