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He didn't think much of it at first. Then it happened again. Slower this time. Deliberate. His eyes flicked up instinctively, landing on Marcus across the table. He'd been avoiding that green gaze ever since Marcus had introduced Lila, but now he couldn't help it. Just for a moment. Marcus was already looking at him steady, unreadable, that tiny smirk hiding at the corner of his mouth.

This one was silvery, almost iridescent in color, apart from the droplets of blood swirling like beads along its surface. I tried not to gag as I drank it down. The second potion tasted not of blood, but of dirt and starch. It was just as vile, but this one would prevent us from losing access to our magic. “That is a special kind of hell. Who decided ley line travel was a good idea?” Nova groaned, rubbing at her temples.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sky snatched my novel, glanced at the cover, then showed it to his friends. “Oh, look! It's a romance novel,” Josh snickered, and they laughed heartily. They've got a lot of nerve! “Give it back,” I said softly. Oh shit! That didn't come out as planned. I was supposed to sound fierce, like a Mafia boss lady. I'm sure what they heard was just a stupid goat bleating.

Nathan Cross I straighten my cuffs slowly. Precisely. Bespoke linen, sharp against skin that doesn’t feel much anymore. Every movement is controlled. Ritual. The illusion of humanity, stitched into seams and silence. The floor-to-ceiling windows stretch across the penthouse like a velvet curtain torn wide. Below me, Manhattan glows like a crime scene—gaudy, throbbing, drunk on its own decadence. My kingdom of rot. I don’t see people.