The Dangerous Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me
The Moonstone blade glows brighter on contact, the gold light intensifying, and the black energy disperses on impact like smoke in wind.
"The blade absorbs dark magic," Moira states, moving steadily forward. "You should know that. You've been afraid of it for years."
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"You're afraid of this." Moira drives the blade forward, not at Melvanie but at the floor between them, carving a sweeping arc of gold light that forces Melvanie backward. "You're afraid of justice. Of accountability. Of the fact that everything you've built can be undone by two words from a girl you underestimated."