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October 14 - October 16, 2025
“I’m going to enter the Hall of Choice, make Captain Ryker Waterborn, Head of the Fae Division in the Republic’s Army, fall in love with me, and then I’ll kill him on our wedding night,” she declared.
Ryker’s voice sounded good. His gravelly, almost smoky tone sent a bolt of desire running through her. She would be going to hell for this.
“Fuck, you taste divine,” he murmured, a baritone rasp edging his voice. “Like the night and shadows and everything I’ve been missing in my life.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said encouragingly, nibbling on her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
She was the other half that would complete him. His soul recognized hers.
“To say that I enjoy your company, sweetheart, would be a vast underestimation of how much I look forward to hearing your voice and spending
time with you. I do not enjoy it because that is too simple of a word. Rather, I am quickly finding that I am desperate for your company. For you. I thought I proved that yesterday.”
Brynleigh made her way to the floor-length mirror in the bathroom. After all, what was the point of wearing a beautiful gown if one didn’t spend at least a few minutes admiring it? And this dress was meant to be admired.
Except… Ryker had given her the sun. The one thing she missed most since her Making. How was she supposed to ignore that?














































