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irst time, I allowed myself to think about Rose without the shield of my cold, calculating facade. Who was this mortal, really? And why did I feel

through the empty halls. "And ensure our guest, Rose, is ready to join me." The servants scurried off to attend to the

our seats. The servants served the meal, and we engaged in a stilted conversation, the tension between us palpable. But as the evening wore on, Rose began to rel

s, I felt...human. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving

echoed, shaking me up a bit as she sai

ne cold. "Go to bed, Rose!" I said firmly, my vo

ed taken aback, hurt by my sudden change in demeanor. For a moment, we jus

r movements stiff and formal. She nodded once, her eyes flashing

brupt behavior. But I pushed the feeling aside, tel

Gods'

d to discuss the fate of Caleb and Rose. The thread of destiny

the chaos he would unleash. His secret alliance with The Flame, a group of vengeful

to his followers, his voice like a rusty gate. "The Fl

an otherworldly hunger. The stage was set for a catastrophe, on