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She immediately straightened up and said "I am fine. Never felt better. Why do you ask? " " Nothing. Just like that. " Lin didn't drag the conversation and immediately walked towards Boshu, leaving Mia behind. Though that was precisely what Mia wanted, for Lin to get detached from her, it hurt. It hurt so mich that her eyes started boiling as it followed Lin leave her side and join Boshu. But before anybody could see, she wiped her face clean and continued marching. Once inside, Lin, Boshu and Mia were mesmerised by the beauty of the sculpture inside. It was clearly a work of art.

In my spot. Her glossy hair was pulled over one shoulder, the sunlight catching on the warm brown strands like it was doing her a personal favor. Even from here, she looked perfect, effortlessly perfect, in a way that made me feel like I was shrinking. I forced my smile to stay in place as Damian slowed the car in front of me. I opened the door, murmuring a quiet “Morning.” Marianne’s eyes flicked toward me, her expression blank, lips pressed in that polite, unreadable line I’d seen before.

Very fair. The days passed quickly, and Havenmist entered the rainy season. Every afternoon, the downpour arrived on time, washing away the sticky heat. One humid evening, after working late, I returned to my apartment and had just started cooking instant noodles when my phone received a message from the secondhand marketplace. The buyer who had bought my wedding dress sent me several photos. The first showed the dress on a bright-smiling girl. She stood in front of a simple backdrop, her eyes shining, her face full of happiness.

The scent of rain is a faint afterimage in the clouding air that curls past us coolly as I step through the market’s edge and pick a familiar winding path up a small hill. “This should be fine.” Drawing to a standstill, I search the vast land before us; drying grass undulating in the wind and around our ankles. I glance over my shoulder at Lin, a slash of red crosses his pale cheeks almost comically, as if a child had painted him. “Cold?” Lin nods and sinks further into the coat he wears, arms wrapped around himself in a weary hug. I gesture at a random spot, “Sit.” Then I begin to pace a few feet from him while keenly tracking the ground. Behind, I hear the grass stir as he slumps onto it w

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

At six forty-five in the morning, the headquarters of Linéa Cosmetics stood like a polished monument against the Tokyo skyline,forty-two floors of glass and pale stone reflecting a city that never truly slept. Jerome Lin preferred it this way. Before the assistants arrived. Before the board members rehearsed their compliments. Before the building filled with perfume and ambition. The lobby doors parted at his approach. “Good morning, Mr. Lin,” the security director said immediately, bowing just enough to be respectful without appearing outdated.

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

Then, without looking at her: "It serves its purpose." Four words. That was progress, at least. "Right," Lydia nodded, encouraged enough to try again. "I thought we were looking for answers why a cafe, though?" You will know when we arrive. And there it was, the door slammed shut once more. Lydia looked out her window. The landscape blurring as they gained speed with trees streaming by in a green smear. They ran over a small bridge over a stream which reflected the sunrays like scattered diamonds. Under different conditions, it could have been beautiful.

“You wear your mother’s blood like a shield.” “The goddess will not save you.” I clench my jaw. I want answers. I want vengeance. But right now, I’d settle for ten minutes without a migraine. “You should rest,” Sebastian says, voice low. I glance up. His back is still to me. He’s staring into the trees like he’s waiting for death to crawl out of them. “I’m fine,” I reply. “Liosha…” “I said I’m fine.” He finally turns. The firelight makes his eyes look silver, stormy, and unreadable.

I could hardly believe my eyes because our magic normally dwindles when we shift, but mine was still present. Onyx didn’t waste any time. He and Hati were the same size, but Hati was a muddy brown and just ugly. He smelled like decay and death and his eyes were a glowing red of pure evil. He snapped at Onyx’s tail and he turned his body towards Hati’s flank and bit down hard. Onyx didn’t let go and he shook his body and Onyx loosened his jaws. First blood had been drawn.