Lucian:
The moon hovered above Ashwyck Academy like a cold eye, its pale light cutting through the mist curling along the stone paths. I moved silently, predatory, my boots whispering against the wet cobblestones. The night carried its usual scents—damp earth, ivy, lingering incense from classrooms—but beneath it, beneath the ordinary, there was something else.
Her.
Isadora Gravelle. Sweet, intoxicating, something ancient hidden in the hum of her blood. And it wasn’t just her blood—it was the chaos that clung to her, the way she dragged the Royals into her orbit, the way she made men like Rhett, Kai, and even that infuriating shadow Silas react as though she were the sun itself. But we all know what happens when you fly too close to the sun, don't we?
I should have been above it. Detac
