Kyra Knight

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His face hardens, the faint flicker of pain gone as quickly as it came. His golden eyes blaze with anger, sharp and dangerous. “So, you’d rather die?” he snaps, stepping closer until I can feel his cold breath on my skin. “Let those girls keep dying because you’re too afraid of forever?”

The silence stretches between us, heavy and charged. His words hang there, brutal and true, and I can’t tell what frightens me more, the curse or the man standing before ...