Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

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…Amy watched him go, a faint smile gracing her lips. She understood, with a certainty that transcended logic, that the same unseen force that had just steadied the boy was the same force that had always protected her. It was a silent promise, a vow whispered across centuries, a fierce love that had found its way to her, weaving itself into the very fabric of her being. The crimson petals, though unseen, had bloomed anew, their vibrant hue a testament to a devotion that time itself could not erase. She felt it, a lingering warmth, a profound sense of belonging, a quiet assurance that she was never, and would never be, truly alone.