Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride
I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk.
The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive.
I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.”
Then I opened it again.
Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold.
The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.
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