His Thief, His Curse
Darius rose from his throne.
The dim light hit him at a new angle, and for the first time, I saw it—his hands. One was dark gold, smooth, human. The other—
A clawed thing of obsidian and molten veins, flexing like it had a mind of its own.
I went cold.
A monster. The rumors had been true.
I barely had time to react before Darius moved, faster than a man his size should, closing the space between us in a blink. Clawed fingers wrapped around my throat, yanking me up off the ground.
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