Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 232

Tessa sobs once, sharp and broken, then nods. She stretches one trembling hand toward Allison as we move past.

“Ally,” she whispers.

Allison lunges.

Her teeth snap inches from Tessa’s fingers, a violent, feral attempt to feed, to claim, to take. I react instantly, an additional band of shadow snapping around Allison’s mouth, forcing it shut.

“Naughty little wraith,” I mutter.

Tessa flinches back, horror finally dawning as she realises what her friend has become in this moment. I stop and turn to Rynor.

“Take your mate back to the rebellion,” I command. “You know she cannot stay long.”

He nods once, sharply, and shadows fold around them. Tessa vanishes with a soft, broken sound. The Realm recognises her presence but does not welcome it the way it does the marked men. She was allowed in, but how long she can stay before her soul is destroyed? That is a question most demon mates do not wait to have answered. I’m surprised he let her come at all, given the risk. Thus, they must go back. Allison would never forgive herself if she came back to her senses and learned she had torn her friend apart.

I look back once to see Cage’s limp body still where it was deposited by one of my soldiers. It doesn’t look like he’s moving any time soon, so he can stay there on the floor. I turn back and we descend. The stairs spiral downward into the heart of my domain, stone walls thick with ancient magic, the air growing colder, heavier, quieter with each step. Allison fights me every inch of the way, shadows scraping against the walls, power thrumming through her like a living storm. Evander and Kael flank us. Cassian stays directly behind, his focus never wavering, blood still drying beneath his nose. At the bottom, I stop. The cell waits. The door is forged from blackened metal and spellwork older than any language spoken above. The runes carved into it glow faintly as Allison’s magic brushes against them, reacting, testing, rejecting her power with absolute certainty. This place will hold her. I haul her inside. She slams into the far wall, shadows shrieking as they recoil, the wraith thrashing violently as the enchantments close in. I step back slowly, deliberately, never turning my back on her until I am beyond the threshold. Then I shut the door. The sound echoes throughout the room. The shadows settle, not because she is calm, but because she is contained. I rest my hand against the metal, feeling her rage, her grief, her confusion clawing at

the inside of the cage.

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Because I Love Her

“I am sorry,” I murmur, my voice pitched low enough that only she can hear it. “Little beast.”

I lean closer, letting my head rest against the bars.

“But until you give back my hummingbird,” I whisper, “you must stay here.”

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I turn away before she can answer, because kings do not linger in the face of necessary cruelty, and love, when wielded properly, does not

ask permission. She will thank me later.

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I knew my little pet was selfless. I just didn’t realise it would extend so far as saving the life of someone who, until very recently, treated her like absolute shit. But that’s Allison. Always reaching for others. Always bleeding herself dry for people who haven’t earned it. Always expecting nothing in return except maybe that they don’t make things worse. It’s infuriating. It’s admirable. It’s why we love her. It’s why

she’s in a cage beneath a demon king’s fortress, thrashing against iron bars while corrupted magic claws its way through her veins. We

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