Shadow's Essence
The crystal at her throat pulsed violently now, its warmth almost unbearable.
"What do you want from me?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice steady.
"What I want," he said, moving closer with each word, "is what fate has already decided. Can't you feel it? The bond that's forming between us?" He gestured to his chest, where a faint glow emanated through his fine clothing. "I am Cassian Holt, heir to House Holt, master of the ember arts. And you," he reached out, his fingers stopping just short of touching the crystal at her throat, "are my fated mate."
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