48: The Devil Within
There was a rhythm to possession. A pulse beneath the skin, a whisper between thoughts. For centuries, she had danced to it — gliding through minds and hearts, slipping through cracks left by fear, guilt, and desire. Now, she was inside the fortress. Not as smoke, not as shadow — but as breath. The Phantom moved through the hallways unseen, her essence brushing against the torches, bending their flames. She could hear everything — the heartbeat of the guards, the rasp of blades against sheaths, the soft hum of Aria’s thoughts echoing down the bond she shared with Darius. Oh, Aria. So bright. So predictable. The Phantom smiled — or would have, if she had a face. She remembered the first time she’d seen Darius. A child alpha, drowning in power he didn’t understand. She’d offered him
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