My fingers slip from the top of the gate.And before I know it - my body drops hard, slamming into the ground with a force that rattles through my bones. Pain shoots up my leg and into my spine, knocking the breath clean out of my lungs. I can’t scream or I will call attention.I barely have time to gasp before I feel him approaching, his presence carrying heavy malice with him. I panic. “Oh, no…” I mutter.I lift my head, dread already tightening around my throat, and my eyes meet his. This is the perfect timing for him to kill me like he’s promised.Liam. The storm weaver stands a few feet away, half-shadowed by the dim light spilling from the academy walls. His white hair catches the faint glow, making him look almost unreal… almost inhuman. But it’s his eyes that freeze me completely—those dark, onyx eyes, void of warmth.He found me. I thought no one was near.“Perfect timing,” he says like a predator who can’t wait to hunt his prey.My survival instincts snap back violently.I
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