Promo: Go read "Teacher's pet" (An obsessive romance story)
The long gallery stretched ahead like the throat of some sleeping beast, marble floors gleaming under torchlight that danced in uneasy flickers. We had barely cleared the throne room doors when the air turned wrong, thick with the sudden chill of something that should not have been there. My sigils flared hot against my skin, silver threads igniting like warning fires. The princes around me stiffened in perfect unison, a circle of predators sensing prey that had just become predator. Aiden's hand drifted toward his sword hilt. Blake's smirk vanished entirely. Caleb's shoulders rolled forward as if he already felt the weight of a blade he would have to swing.
And there, at the far end where moonlight bled through tall arched windows, stood me.
