Everyn's POV:
The charm, the presence, the chokehold this man has over me is not something I can express in words. I am both turned on and terrified of him. Of the way he watches me, of the way he smiles at me, of the way he so eagerly shoves me back into our room whenever I try to get out by myself.
If I did not know better, I might have thought he was some sort of God. But I do know better. He is Ophir Khaos. The king of the underworld. The realm where all that dies comes to rest. I can not say how I know this. I just look at him and the information is there. Nothing beside him and memories of him reside in my head. It feels like a huge chunk of my memory is missing, but he is always very soothing whenever panic takes hold of me.
When I wake up from strange nightmares or when I am pu
