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Not because the magic chose her. But because I had tasted her sorrow— and no king worthy of the title lets such injustice stand. --- Samantha POV Lucien stood abruptly. A cold wind rushed through the broken window. And then frost wrote itself across the wall: HELLO, LITTLE SUNLIGHT. Lucien stepped in front of me instantly. “Do not read it.” “I ALREADY READ IT,” I squeaked. “It is meant to unsettle you.” “It WORKED.” The frost dissolved. A whisper followed, curling through the air:

He also told me that he could not touch human when his power didn't work. After a few moments, in a yellow boxer and without shirt, the sun man was lying on the glossy floor with some blood dripping down from his forehead. I never knew that Cain could dropped him easily as that, it took him seconds. The sun man seemed to be just strong when there was a sun, but if the night came, he turned onto a pointless one. Cain looked at me. "Lil, come on!" He called.

He had to make a decision. But Miguel was no longer allowed to think about it, because suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and this touch sent a very pleasant shiver down his spine. He turned immediately and saw her - that mysterious stranger who had visited him last night. She looked much more beautiful in the sunlight than at night. Like an angel who came down from Heaven to Earth, and there was no exaggeration in that statement. Miguel was sure that any man who saw her now would agree with him one hundred percent.

The man fell silent in amazement, shocked at what had happened, perhaps even more shocked than she was. And then, she heard the man's low laugh. Harriet peeked at the expression on Liam's face in the morning sun. Harriet's shaded, sharp eyelids widened. The man's golden eyes and blonde hair shimmer in the light from the east sun. Harriet immediately felt that this man was best suited to stand in the sun, not the moon. No. To be more precise, Liam Almandine looked like the personification of the sun itself. "Madam… what exactly… had happened?" the man turned to Harriet.

"I found it over here." "That book," the man said, pointing to the book in Verena's hands. "Is this the cursed one?" Verena couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Come on, I can let you read this book at home. I will lend it to you," she said. "Stop joking around." "That's where I came from," the man said with a shrug. "But here I am, in the flesh." "Huh?" she asked, still unable to understand what he meant. "Sir, just let me write your name down, and I can let you bring this book home. All you have to do is make sure to bring it back after three days and return it, okay?"

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

"They don’t realize how strong the sun is here until it’s too late." I set my Kindle aside and straightened up, planting both feet on the ground. The bottle rested in my hand, cool and smooth. "Would you like some help with that?" a voice asked. It was low, confident, and laced with a warm accent I couldn’t place immediately. I looked up and raised a hand to shield my eyes from the sun. Standing beside my lounge chair was a tall, well-built Black man. His Speedo was bright, snug, and left very little to the imagination. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

With a startled yelp, I bolt upright, only to find myself careening off the edge of the bed, crashing to the floor in a heap of tangled sheets. Huddled against the edge of the bed, I hastily shield myself from the searing sun's rays, blinking away the spots in my vision as I attempt to focus. Standing in front of the window, a shirtless man soaks up the golden sunlight like a well-oiled surfer, his chiseled physique on full display. The room around me is a veritable showcase of opulence and sophistication, its high-end furniture and glitzy décor resembling the glossy pages of a ritzy interior design catalogue.

“... it's daytime. The sunlight is burning.” What?

Considering how large this place is, I can't figure out why there's no guards anywhere. "Hey. LADY!" a desperate voice calls out. I stop my stride and spin around. There in another cell, is a sadistic looking man with platinum-dyed blonde hair, eyes such a light blue their nearly white, and a tall, stringy body. The man points to my hand which is clutching the keys tightly. "Let me outta here and I'll show you a good time, baby." He grins and walks to the door, pressing himself against it. "Trust me," he whispers. "I know how to treat a woman."