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Author: Gem Lynne
last update2025-04-10 22:55:25

Zach stood, his muscles taut, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Julian, whose monstrous form now loomed over him. His body rippled with power, veins bulging, skin slick and dark like tar, and his eyes—those glowing red eyes—burned with an infernal fire.

But Zach wasn’t fazed.

He wasn’t scared.

He wasn’t intimidated.

His voice was as cold as steel, every word cutting through the tense air. “You’ve gone too far, Julian. You used dark powers to grow this strong, didn’t you?”

Julian’s lips curled into a twisted grin, his mouth stretched unnaturally wide. “Smart boy,” he growled, his voice deeper, rougher. “You’re right. I used the darkest of magics to get this power. Do you really think you can take me down now?” He raised a massive fist into the air, flames licking at his fingertips.

Zach didn’t flinch. “You’re nothing, Julian Vikings. Power means nothing to me. It’s the fight inside that matters.” His voice was steady, calm, an
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  • ~ 165 ~

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  • ~ 164 ~

    Dafne slipped into the dressing room, the heavy door shutting behind her with a muted thud that echoed in her chest. The faint scent of perfume, powder, and stale alcohol clung to the air, wrapping itself around her like a second skin. Rows of costumes hung on a rack by the mirror, shimmering under the fluorescent light, feathers, sequins, and lace in garish colors meant to dazzle under stage lights.Her hand trembled as she reached out and brushed a red sequin bra paired with a thin skirt of glittering tassels. The fabric scratched against her fingertips, alien and cold. She pulled it from the hanger, holding it against herself, and let out a breath that came out shakier than she intended. Sitting on the padded stool in front of the mirror, she let the costume slide into her lap.Her eyes followed the curve of her reflection. Her shoulders sagged, her back curved inward as if gravity itself pressed heavier tonight. She pressed the costume tighter against her knees, her jaw tightening

  • ~ 163 ~

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  • ~ 162 ~

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  • ~ 161 ~

    The men exchanged quick glances, murmuring under their breath. Finally, one stepped forward. “Five thousand,” he said, his tone sharp.Zach’s lips tugged into something between a smirk and a sneer. Slowly, he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket. The men tensed, but instead of a weapon, he pulled out neat bundles of cash. Without ceremony, he tossed them onto the ground at their feet. The bundles landed with a heavy slap.“That’s twenty grand,” he said flatly. “Pick it up and get lost.”The men froze, staring at the money as though it had fallen from the heavens. One crouched, flipping through the notes quickly before his face lit with certainty.“It’s real,” he muttered.The others shoved Maya aside without hesitation, their rough hands releasing her arm. She stumbled back, clutching her wrist, her wide eyes darting between them and Zach.“Much appreciated, boss,” one of the men said with a crooked grin. They snatched the bundles, retreating toward their rusted truck.Zach’s voice

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