Chapter Seven: Ghosts in the Mirror
202 Words
Ivy
That night, I dreamed of blood.
Lucian’s hands were covered in it. My reflection in the mirror fractured, then vanished. I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, the city lights bleeding through my blinds like bruises.
It’s just a dream, I told myself that
Just a job.
I repeated it over and over, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
In the mirror, I didn’t see the girl who walked into Blackthorne Tower hoping to keep her head down. I saw someone harder. Hungrier. Someone slowly unraveling in silence.
I told myself I hated him—that cold, commanding stare, the way he moved like nothing could touch him. But I couldn’t deny what curled inside me when he looked at me. Like I was already claimed, even if he hadn’t touched me yet.
And worse—I wanted him to.
Just once. Just to know what it felt like to burn that deeply.
No.
Stay in control.
He’s the kind of man who consumes.
But part of me... part of me didn’t care.
Because after everything I’d run from, maybe being devoured didn’t sound so bad.
Maybe it sounded like peace because I wanted him to devour me .
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