I watched from the trees, my gaze a razor slicing through the dusk. I see you sitting alone on the grass, eyes fixed on pages—books about creatures who danced between worlds. Creatures like me. A ghost of a smile brushed my lips—half amusement, half warning. The way she lingered over the tales, fingers trembling with a hunger I recognized… It was dangerous. Foolish. Irresistible. She has no idea she's reading about her own undoing. My shadow stretch long and cold toward her.
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