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      Chapter 51

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I shut the door behind me, her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—vanilla and lily of the valley, lingering on my skin, taunting me, clinging to me like a brand I didn’t want to shake. It was maddening. That scent wasn’t supposed to get under my skin, but it was there, woven into every inhale, igniting something primal, something dark. The memory of her body pressed against mine burned behind my eyes, the shock in her face when I’d leaned in, the heat sparking between us like a live…
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      Chapter 35

      by Quinn Hawthorne   It was strange, how quickly everything could change, even though nothing really looked different. Xavier and I had done this a thousand times before—sitting together, his knee brushing against mine, watching something on TV that neither of us cared about. But now, every little touch felt charged with meaning, every glance full of something new. I shifted on the couch, glancing at him. His attention was on the screen, but I knew better. He was just as aware of this new reality as I was. The…
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      Chapter 36

      by Quinn Hawthorne The mark on my hand wouldn’t stop itching. The mark on my hand had grown darker. Its presence, once faint, now felt like a constant whisper at the back of my mind. At first, I’d ignored it, brushing off the strange tingling sensation as an aftereffect of the ritual. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn’t something I could dismiss anymore. It wasn’t going away. Sitting in the quiet of my nest, I stared at it. The lines were no longer subtle—they were defined, almost alive, moving in rhythm…
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      Chapter 37

      by Quinn Hawthorne Mara sat across from me, brow furrowed as she scanned yet another dusty book. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of her laptop screen, casting a bluish hue over us and the mess of books and notes sprawled out between us. Her fingers traced over the lines in the old tomes, her lips moving as she murmured to herself, piecing together fragments of information. She’d been at it for hours, relentless in her search. I could see the strain tightening in her shoulders, a flicker of something…
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      Chapter 38

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room was silent, the kind of stillness that presses against your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own breath, of the steady thrum of your pulse. My fingers trembled as I placed the final item at the edge of the circle—a small, polished stone to represent the earth. It glinted under the faint light, a dull sheen, but enough to make me feel its weight, its grounding presence. I stepped back, feeling the faint pull of the elements around me. The air was thick with anticipation, like the room itself…
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      Chapter 39

      by Quinn Hawthorne The world around me shifted, and the ritual room faded into a foggy gray. I was no longer standing in the circle I’d drawn but somewhere between memory and dream, a liminal space that felt strangely alive, pulsing with shadows. Beside me, Draven’s presence solidified, shadowy and powerful. They looked at me, their gaze both cautious and unyielding. “This is your mindscape,” they said, their voice reverberating through me. “We’re stepping into the boundaries that hold you—the ones your mother…
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      Chapter 7

      by Mae Celeste I drummed my fingers against my thigh, glancing at the clock on the wall for what had to be the hundredth time. Practice had run over, and Coach wasn’t one to wrap things up just because we’d hit the scheduled end time. My jaw clenched as he gave us another rundown on defense strategy, the urgency pulsing in my chest growing by the second. It had been hours since I’d left her there in the basement. Too long. Kira was probably waiting, wondering if I’d forgotten her. I’d be lying if I said the…
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      Chapter 40

      by Quinn Hawthorne The memory dissolved, and in its place, I felt a surge of heat—scalding, raw, and unrestrained. It flooded me, rushing through my veins with a force so fierce it felt like fire and ice intertwined, searing every nerve, every cell. I gasped, clutching my chest as the heat surged, blazing hot until it reached a point of such intensity that it turned cold. It was a cold that burned, clawing up my spine, freezing and yet blistering all at once, as if my body were breaking under the weight of its own…
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      Chapter 41

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first day back always had that same buzz—the one that filled the air with just enough chaos to keep me from being bored out of my mind. But today, Gideon had wandered off, lost in some tedious conversation with an old friend from his dorm. I watched him, half-hoping he’d finish up soon so we could do something… anything, really. But he didn’t. He was too focused, too absorbed. I rolled my eyes, tapping my fingers on the side of my bag. Where was the fun in standing around, waiting? That was…
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      Chapter 42

      by Quinn Hawthorne The door barely clicked shut before I felt Gideon’s glare boring into me. My pulse spiked, a mix of irritation and something sharper tightening in my chest. But I wasn’t backing down. “Seriously, Gideon?” I shot out, crossing my arms. “It was just a joke. Xiomara can handle it. She’s not exactly—” “Enough,” he cut me off, his voice low and harsh. He stepped closer, his jaw set, and something dark in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. “You think humiliating her, like that, was…
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