’Til We Meet Again
Finally, Alina was able to sneak out of the ballroom and take one deep breath in peace. Being a royal, a literal royal, was exhausting and it was only the first night. But a part of her felt like she was born for this. Like this is where she belonged. “Hello, little witch.” The voice behind her back crept under her skin, like smooth velvet, deep yet with a hint of something she couldn’t name. Something that screamed for her to not turn her head back. She did it anyway. And she could’ve expected that voice to belong to anyone but not the male creature in front of her. Her eyes met with whiskey-colored ones, so light they were scary. “Who are you?” She struggled not to stutter the words out of her mouth. He tsked, trying to act offended. Which was all part of a facade appearing in his a
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