Luna Wicken
“I never gave up, Luna. Not for a single moment. You were my light, my reason to keep fighting.”
I leaned into his touch, comforted by his presence but still tormented by the feelings bubbling inside me.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “They tried everything to break me—magic, torture, psychological warfare. And at times, I felt something dark trying to take over, to corrupt me. But I fought it, I fought it every moment because I knew if I let it consume me, I’d never make it back to you.”
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “Dark magic?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Do you think it’s still inside you?”
Bab Populer