Xavion’s P.O.V.

I should have killed Demrid when I first saw him around Azlynn. That MF hovered around my mate like a hungry predator, playing the pity game to win her heart. I should have known that his gentle, mature façade was hiding a dark secret. Like, how could a man be so perfect? This was our real world, not fantasy where men worship the very ground a female walked!

Every second felt like a century when I waited outside the magical barrier, as Alicia instructed. She had promised me Azlynn was safe in that desolate clearing, which was empty in front of my eyes.

And she was right!

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