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Torin's honest retelling of doing cooperative magic with squirrels until he was able to convince them to steal from merchant stalls. "The first time Marin found me employing my abilities," said Dorian, smiling wryly, "I was trying to make books reorder themselves alphabetically. I succeeded, but they reordered themselves in a script I couldn't read." "Ancient Fae," said Morwyn, appearing at some point during breakfast. "The books identified your heritage and responded in the kingdom's formal tongue. What you took for failure was actually brilliant success."

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Everything felt poisoned. “I would die before I’d hurt you,” he said. Quiet. Steady. “But I can’t promise I didn’t hurt him.” Her eyes burned. “I just want my brother back.” “And I want you to survive long enough to see him again.” His phone buzzed. An encrypted CainTech channel. Only one person used this line: Dorian. He answered. “Where is he?” Adrian snapped. Dorian’s voice was calm. Almost gentle. “Still recovering. Still useful. You’ll see him soon enough.”

Tease you with my tongue until you’re leaking. Dorian: You’re killing me. Dorian: I’m hard just reading this. My hand was already under my waistband, stroking myself through my boxers. Me: Good. Me: I’d deepthroat you. Let you fuck my face. Grab my hair and use me like you own me. Dorian: I do own you. Dorian: I’d flip you over after. Spread those pretty cheeks. Eat you out until you’re dripping and whining. Dorian: Then slide in raw. Pound you into the mattress. Make you come untouched.

he said, voice low and dangerous, “that Nightshade didn’t just survive the last war - we came out stronger. They think I’ve softened because I’ve bonded. I want them close when they realize that bond made me more dangerous.” I swallowed, not out of fear - but something darker. Something warmer. Something hungry. He was terrifying like this. Focused. Calculating. But it was also… seductive. This was the Dorian no one saw unless he let them. And I liked him this way. “And if they try something?” I asked. Dorian’s mouth curved. “They’ll get one chance. No more.” He moved to the stack of invitations, pulling one aside. The wax seal was already prepared, the parchment heavier than the others. Sh

To give her this. She glanced across the dim space. Dorian stood shirtless at the window, back turned, muscles taut with something more than exhaustion. Rage? Guilt? She couldn’t tell anymore. “You haven’t said anything,” she whispered. He didn’t move. She stood. “Dorian.” “I’m thinking,” he said without turning. “No,” she said quietly. “You’re disappearing.” He exhaled hard through his nose, then turned toward her. His eyes were dark. “Do you understand what this book is, Isolde? There are names in here that would start wars. Names that would end us.”

Not just for my freedom, but for my own survival. But before I could put my plan into action, the next day came and Dorian returned. He opened the door and stood in the doorway. Something was profoundly wrong. In one hand, he held my book of witchcraft. In the other, the voodoo doll I had used to enchant him… And at his waist, a gun I had never seen before. “I read your book,” he said, his voice strangely calm, without the usual anger. “Every page. Every spell, every ritual.”

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.