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gowns swirled as Aossí danced in unison. Beauty could be deceptive, and it often was. Vipers, after all, distract with shimmering scales before going in for the kill. The Sídhe Elite were much the same, twice as lethal as they were mesmerizing.
Because nothing screams unification quite like a mark to identify you from the masses.
The General turned, facing the crowd of hundreds, an obnoxiously charming smile sprawled across his face. His gaze sauntered across the space until his eyes met mine, and he paused. The air seemed to go silent around me. There was something intense and unwavering in his expression, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It felt like he could see right through me. I was going to burn up under the scrutiny—I needed to look away. But I was frozen solid; I couldn’t even blink.
General Laryk Ashford. He stood there, twisting a dagger through his fingers with expert precision as an enigmatic smile played at the corner of his lips. He must have seen everything.
His eyes bore into me, but his expression was strange… His eyes gleamed with something familiar but wildly inappropriate for the occasion. It couldn’t be… Was that amusement?
He was striking in a cold-blooded kind of way, like his beauty was tinged with poison. Unassuming, alluring even.
of me and grappled him.” My eyes widened, remembering
I dared a glance back at the Keep, noticing a pair of redheads leaving together, hand in hand. I spun back to face Osta, my face heating as my eyes found the cobblestone pavement. I reminded myself that I hated him.
Oh?
He flew across the room, dropping his weapons unceremoniously to the floor. "I nearly ripped his arm off when I saw it on your back," he said, his tone dark. He stared straight ahead, and I could see his muscles shifting under his clothing, as if he was forcefully holding himself in place. The room fell deafeningly silent.
"You have no idea the absolute fucking wreck I've been since I met you, Fia."
“I hope you were prepared for a sleepless night because I intend to recreate every dream that I’ve had of you thus far.” His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me–the realization that the dream I’d witnessed was not his first.
“Why did we save you?” he corrected. I recognized his deep baritone from the journey here. He was the captor sitting behind me on the flying beasts. Aether.
Aether??? THATCHER IS THAT YOU IS THIS REAL
“You’re a shadow wielder. They would have killed you in a second after you exposed yourself.”
The void, the shadows, the lawn slammed into my mind, memories tearing through walls I had built to protect myself. He had called me a shadow wielder. Shadow wielder. My heart froze. Whispers of a name echoed in the back of my mind. One I had heard in a dream. Fiandrial.
