Chapter 8
Torn Between Two Worlds
Despite her terror, Elara cannot deny her growing attraction to Armand, who visits her dreams and offers a dark, seductive escape from her mundane life.
The dream came again, as it had every night since the ball. I stood in the de Valois’ ballroom, but the chandeliers were dark, their crystals catching only the faintest glimmer of moonlight through the tall windows. The music that had once swirled around me was gone, replaced by a silence so profound it seemed to breathe.
And then I saw him.
Armand emerged from the shadows near the grand fireplace, his silhouette cutting through the darkness like a blade. He wore no coat, only a simple white shirt open at the collar, and his feet were bare against the polished floor. He moved toward me with that fluid grace I had come to recognize, the gait of a predator who had long forgotten what it meant to stumble.
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