Kael's Chosen Girl
I was hovering a few inches above the altar, enveloped by a thick, swirling aura of dark reddish-black energy.
The burning on my neck was gone. The mark had completely melted, bleeding upward into a pattern of black, thorny vines that curved over my jawline and rested just beneath my eyes.
I lowered my feet back to the stone floor, my movements feeling incredibly light, yet entirely foreign. I stared down at my hands, my nails had turned pitch black, and tendrils of darkness bled lazily from my fingertips.
"Magnificent..." Lucien dropped to his knees before me, holding out the black book with hands that shook from pure, fanatical devotion. "Welcome back, First Bride. The seal is broken. Now,
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