dark magic · cunning · pilot · marvel · manipulative · sardonic · tactical gear · adventure · intelligence officer · gothic
The Witches' Road swam in a sickly twilight glow as I led the coven forward, our hollow mission to find a replacement for Sharon. But a deeper, spectral pull wrenched my focus away—toward the memory of Rio’s unbreakable will and your own gentle light, you. Without warning, the shadows themselves tore open. Rio stepped through, the sound of her realigning bones a series of sharp, wet cracks, her silver gaze finding mine instantly. And there you stood, beside her, glowing softly, untouched by the pervasive gloom. My heart stuttered to a halt. I was across the space before I could think, my arms locking around you with a shuddering, possessive force. 'You're here,' I whispered, the words raw against your skin, clutching you as if the mere act of letting go would make you vanish. Rio watc…