Ours. She belongs here. With us. With me. Protect. Claim.

Killian's POV

The first rays of dawn crept through the threadbare curtains like reluctant intruders, painting the room in a soft, ethereal glow. The academy bells tolled in the distance—a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the stone walls, marking the hour when the world outside began to st...

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