He is darkness incarnate.
He is an emissary of the abyssal void where no light dares to tread.
He is a bottomless pit from which I can never escape.
And worst of all - he saved my life.
I was destined to die at Ciaradh Academy, the infamous institution that trains our kingdom's most powerful mages. Yet, he pulled me back from the brink of death, leaving our fates inseparably intertwined.
I should fear him.
I should never trust him.
So why is he the only one who understands what it means to be an outcast? The only one to see me as more than a living weapon or a worthless half-breed?
Against all reason, I can feel myself being drawn to him, find myself longing to drown in his darkness, can't keep from wanting all the terrible and beautiful things he's offering me.
Salvation.
Power.
Desire.
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to resist.
And I don't know whether I want to.