Bound in Black Magic
I leaned against a stone pillar near the edge of the courtyard, closing my eyes and breathing in the scent of damp earth and pine, trying to gather what little strength I had left.
"Looking for someone, little human?"
A smooth, rich voice purred right beside my ear.
My eyes snapped open. Standing just a few inches away, leaning casually against the stone pillar with a crooked, lopsided smile, was the handsome stranger from the market. The deep hood of his dark cloak was pushed back just enough to reveal a sharp jawline, striking features, and eyes that gleamed with an unsettling, intense curiosity.
Before I could jump back or let out the gasp trapped in my throat, he stepped closer, his gaze