Academy Of Cursed Hearts
Until he has me completely.
I pressed my fingers into the sheets, staring into the dark. Jason and Kael thought they were protecting me by keeping things quiet, by planning a trap of our own. But Harry wasn’t someone you could outsmart easily. He was ancient. Cursed. Immortal. He had been weaving traps since before I was even born.
And now, I felt him weaving one for me.
The library always felt like my refuge, but that morning ,it looked different—heavier and darker. I walked between the shelves, my fingertips moving over the spines of old books. The air smelled of dust and ink, but under it was something else. A hum a force.
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