Lore C Novels & Stories

Worshiped. Lorraine’s chest tightened. She could feel Caden beside her, his silence a weight she had grown used to, a silence she no longer trusted. His eyes had been on Amara throughout the ceremony. She knew it. She had seen it. Circe had seen it too. “She shines too bright,” the witch had whispered. “And flames that bright consume everything. Even him.” The thought lodged deep, poisonous and tempting all at once. If Amara remained, Lorraine would always be second. The dutiful mate. The shadow at the edge of the flame. But if Amara were gone…