Academy Of Cursed Hearts
The word echoed in my head like poison.
Harry chuckled. Not softly, not nervously. But with a cold confidence that made the night feel even darker. “You always overestimate yourself, Headmistress Morwen.” His voice was so calm but scary. “You think you can control her the way you control every other student in this academy. You think your shadows are enough. But you’re wrong.”
Headmistress Morwen’s lips curled. “ Don't you dare?”
Harry pushed off the fountain and stepped closer, closing the space between them. He wasn’t tall enough to tower over her, but somehow, his presence made her seem smaller, weaker, even as power radiated from her.
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