My Stepbrother, My Mate
Diego, Xavier, and Fiona cried together, their voices a raw symphony of terror and heartbreak.
"No, Lyra. No, Henry. No one but I rules," I declared, my voice dripping with cold finality. But I was gone.
Only darkness remained—thick, consuming, and alive with a sinister promise, a chilling maw whispering of endless torment, a hollow void pregnant with unseen horrors. The shadows seemed to pulse, as if breathing—watching—waiting. The air thickened with a cold, primal dread, as if the world itself recoiled from the encroaching abyss. And within it, something terrible stirred, unseen but felt—a promise of suffering yet to come.
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