Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 115

Evander chuckles. “Good luck with that, pet.”

Her laugh fills the small room. I watch her as they speak, the way light still shimmers faintly in her pulse points, the way the shadows

cling to her as though they already know who she is becoming. Soon, my world will know it too. And when they do, no law, no throne, no

ancient decree will keep me from standing beside her. The Queen of Shadows breathes beside her mates in a world not yet built to hold

her. And I, the King who was never meant to love, can only think one thing: Let them come. Because she is mine, and I am hers, and the

shadows will kneel before her light.

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