LOGINThrough tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure emerge—a man walking toward her, the fire parting in his wake. His eyes and claws gleamed gold in the firelight, and black and gilded scales covered his face and body, reminiscent of a serpent. But something more specific hovered at the tip of her tongue. His beastly form slowly faded, leaving a beautiful man with warm skin and firm flesh behind. “Help me,” she croaked. “I don't remember…” “Anything?” the stranger asked, his voice deep and ominous. “Only my name. Araheen,” she whispered, her lips trembling.“What happened to me? What is this place?” “You fell behind the Mad End's Wall.” A shadow of a smile crossed the stranger's lips, though it was far from reassuring. Before she could dwell on it, he slid his powerful arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all. “Who are you?” she asked, feeling small in his grasp. He studied her with an enigmatic gaze before replying, I'm Gildeon.” A pause.“Your husband.”
View MoreARAH
Plumber Paul was dead.
Not even a month had passed since he’d walked into her shop and picked her Clover Wish for his first tattoo. She'd pitched that design as a lucky charm to her clients—just a gimmick of sorts. So imagine her surprise when Paul’s wish to win the lottery actually came true days later.
Now, he was gone. Just like that. It wasn’t because of her tattoo, of course. But with that last memory of him, how could she ever look at her Clover Wish and call it lucky again?
Her eyes drifted down to Barky, who was happily munching on his dog food. She squatted next to him, stroking his back and twirling her fingers through his soft brown fur. At least she had this big guy to cheer her up.
The bathroom door creaked open. She glanced up to see Gildeon strolling down the hallway in black sweatpants, rubbing his dark hair with a towel. She’d seen him naked plenty of times, but each time, his perfectly sculpted body drew her gaze like a moth to a flame. The way his muscles flexed with every move always made her blush like a teenager seeing a hot guy for the first time.
At least her past self had good taste.
For six months, she’d been scared and suspicious of Gildeon. How could she not be when she couldn't remember marrying him? Still, it’d be a lie to say she’d never fantasized about him making her come in every way possible.
But until she got her memories back and trusted him completely, she wasn’t about to give in to him—no matter how incredibly irresistible he was.
When Gildeon walked into the dining area, the scent of his minty soap and aftershave filled her senses. Everything about him was so addictive. It made her wonder what she was like falling in love with him before this whole amnesia thing.
“Dinner's ready,” she said, trying to hide her excitement. “Tonio taught me a new recipe for that tuna. Hope you’ll like it.”
Her heart sank a little when he barely glanced at the table. What was she expecting anyway? A loving smile? A “this looks delicious, you're the best wife ever” response?
‘Stop trying so hard to please him, Arah,’ she thought, smiling bitterly to herself. It wasn’t fair that she seemed to be the only one trying to make this marriage feel real. What else could she do? It hurt thinking he’d probably only start appreciating her efforts once she agreed to sleep with him.
Arah washed her hands and returned to find Gildeon already seated, now wearing a shirt from the pile of folded clothes on the couch.
She sat across from him and loaded some veggies onto her plate. “Did you hear what happened to Plumber Paul?” she asked, her tone somber. Gildeon’s attention was still on the food even as she said, “He got stung by a jellyfish. He didn’t make it.”
“Didn’t he just win the lottery?” he said, without so much as flinching. What was he made of? A block of ice?
“I really thought my Clover Wish gave him that luck,” she muttered, more to herself.
That made Gildeon pause and glance up at her. “What Clover Wish?”
“My latest art—the one I inked him with,” she replied before taking a spoonful of food. “Shame he didn’t get to enjoy his prize for long.”
Gildeon leaned back in his chair, staring pensively at his plate, drumming a finger on the table. Did the news finally get to him? It took a while, but she’d take it. Maybe he still had a heart after all.
“When did it happen?” he asked, meeting her gaze with a serious expression.
“This noon. I heard it from Tonio.” She bit her lip, pondering. “Though it’s weird he decided to swim in the rocky area alone.”
A lot didn’t make sense to Arah, but if she dwelled on it too much, she'd feel sorrier for the poor guy.
Pushing stray blue curls out of her eyes, she said, “Um, the mayor’s doing a public funeral for him. You should come with me.”
“Public funeral?” He raised a brow. “Where’s the body?”
“Yeah, it’s public,” she replied, reaching for her pineapple juice. “He didn’t have any family left, so there’s no one to organize it. But almost everyone on the island knew him, so—”
“Arah, where’s the body now?” His sharp voice cut her off, almost making her spill her drink.
What was up with him all of a sudden?
ARAHHer hand flew to his shoulder with the intent to push him away, but it faltered. Her fingers curled instead, gripping muscle, then slid up to his neck, where his skin was hot beneath her palm. The kiss sharpened instantly. It was insistent, mouths moving with purpose, breath tangling between them.Her lips parted, a soft sound escaping her, and he took it as an invitation. The world narrowed to heat and pressure, to the scrape of his stubbled jaw, the solid presence of him pressed close. When his hand slipped the strap of her nightie free, she inhaled sharply, the sudden exposure making her more aware of herself than she’d ever been. He cupped her breasts, his thumb teasing and tugging at each sensitive peak, pulling a whimper from her lips.He then lowered his head, his tongue circling her areolas before capturing the hardened bud between his teeth and sucking intensely, drawing a sharp arch from her back.His other hand slipped under her nightie, caressing the inside of her thi
ARAHShe held her breath as Gildeon’s face darkened, his hard expression sending her pulse into a sprint.Then came his voice laced with heat. “No.”Her brows pulled together. “What do you mean, no?”Feviel stepped in. “It’s her choice to come with me. You can’t stop that.”“Try me,” Gildeon growled low. One of his hands morphed, scales creeping up his forearm, claws igniting with fire.“Gildeon, stop it!” Arah snapped.He threw her a sharp look. “You think after what happened today, I’ll let you out of my sight?”Her words caught in her throat.“Hate me all you want,” he said, “but you’re staying here. Whether you like it or not.”Arah felt his anger, and she found herself unable to oppose him. Then she saw Feviel tense beside her, ready to argue, but she reached out and gently grabbed his arm, stopping him.Gildeon’s glare snapped to her hand. She felt heat lick her skin. She yanked it back instinctively, the spot stinging.“It’s okay, Feviel,” she said quietly. “You can leave me he
GILDEONHe couldn’t shake the suspicion gnawing at him about the sylph Arah had called Feviel.Gildeon knew he was hiding something. But what unsettled him most was whatever the sylph had done to make the hunter release them. It didn’t make sense.As far as Gildeon understood, hunters never abandoned a mission—not unless directly ordered by the Shining Keeper.What the fuck was that sigil? Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t gotten a clear look. Just a flash of blue, ancient symbols, and suddenly... silence.Yadira’s voice broke through his thoughts. “I don’t understand why you ordered us to leave, Captain,” she said. “We could’ve demanded answers from him right then.”He barely looked at her. “Arah needs time with that sylph alone,” he said, voice distant, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the hunter.Yadira muttered behind him. “I don’t understand why you’re doing that sylph’s bidding. Tell us she doesn
ARAHShe caught Feviel casting discreet glances toward Gildeon before finally speaking.“I can’t say certain things,” he said, “in the presence of the salamanders.”“You bastard,” Yadira snapped. “You swore you would tell us once Arah was safe.” She gritted her teeth. “I knew you sylphs couldn’t be trusted.”Arah blinked, mildly stung by the remark. But she let it pass. Yadira had every reason to be cautious of their kind. Still, it hurt a little to hear it said out loud.“Yadira,” Gildeon called his lieutenant to heel. Then he turned to Arah, his eyes softening slightly as they met hers—a silent question in his gaze, asking what she wanted to do.“I want to talk to Feviel alone,” she said.He narrowed his eyes, and for a second she thought he would insist on staying. But something else seemed to have bothered him.“Feviel?” he murmured, turning his attention to the other sylph. “So you do know him.”






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