LEAH DECKERThe knock came softly.Too softly for a man like Marten.I opened my eyes slowly, my chest still rising heavily from the dream that had ripped through my sleep. My body felt damp with sweat beneath the blankets. My fingers trembled against the sheets while the witch’s words echoed endlessly inside my head.The child of two curses.The phrase wouldn’t leave me alone.Another knock followed.“Leah.”His voice.Deep. Controlled. Familiar.I swallowed hard and pushed myself upright on the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the orange glow of dying candles. For a moment, I just sat there trying to separate the dream from reality.But my pulse still raced.The witch’s face still haunted me.The blood.The ruins.The silver eyes.“Leah,” Marten called again, gentler this time.“I’m awake,” I answered quickly.Silence followed before the heavy door slowly creaked open.Marten stepped inside.The moment my eyes landed on him, something inside me eased against my will.He had changed
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