Farewell
*Trigger Warning: Death* Alina felt her mate’s presence by her side, and all she could do was close her eyes and let the raindrops cover her face. He was alive. She had saved him. No matter the cost. Something told her Julian was worried about her. Perhaps it was the concern written in those green eyes, but it hadn’t been the same as the last battle. She hadn’t gone out of control this time. At first, her dark powers had erupted from her skin without her meaning to, provoked by the pure need to protect what she loved, but it was Alina that fully controlled them this time. Because, as her grandmother had written to her, this time she had embraced them. Accepted them. She was a dark witch just as much as she was a light witch. And she was proud of it. Somewhere between the rogues,
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