My niece by marriage.
I left to war the savages. For years I traveled back and forth, seeing that child age.
But then the last battle kept me away for five years . . .
I've returned now to take my rightful place: second-in-command to the throne.
I am everything this kingdom stands for-everything it needs. The kind of pillar not even my brother can aspire to being.
They all look up to me. To maintaining their code.
Yet, they do not know the truth.
In the grip of the shadows, she haunts me at night.
During the day, she smiles and whispers, showing me traces of that sweet little girl.
At night, she's there, a vision in black. Watching, stalking . . . no words need to be said.
I'm losing the battle. This thing between us is an evil spark.
Thousands of years of honor are threatened-about to be shredded by the impossibility of our desire.
She doesn't care.
It's in her silence that she kills me . . . and she wields it like a blade.
The savage call of her blood is more than I can handle . . .
And the need to own her body might destroy us both.
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