Academy Of Cursed Hearts
He turned, and for a heartbeat, I swore his eyes weren’t green at all—they were molten, threaded with an ancient kind of light, older than words.
“Answers,” he echoed. With a dangerous smile on his lips. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking for, Aria?”
“I’m asking who you really are,” I said, forcing steel into my voice. “Why you can stand against Headmistress Morwen when Jason and Kael couldn’t even touch you. Why you look at me like…like you know me. Like you’ve known me forever.”
Harry stepped closer. The shadows seemed to recoil from him as if they recognized his command. He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air.
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