ARAHHer head felt foggy, but his words cut through the haze. ‘Do I love him?’ The question echoed in her mind.“I wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t, right?” she replied with a forced grin, reaching for the bottle and taking a quick, desperate gulp.“I’m asking about how you feel now,” Jeric said, his tone serious.Arah froze mid-sip, her eyes dropping to her wedding ring. She set the bottle down, her thumb brushing over the smooth gold band. It felt like both a lifeline and a shackle. She’d been so focused on making her marriage work that she hadn’t considered how she truly felt about Gildeon.Confusion washed over her like an icy wave. Without the memories of how they used to be, without knowing the real him, without that deep connection...How could she even know?She was deeply attracted to Gildeon, obsessed with the way he carried himself with quiet confidence. Being next to him made her feel like she could brag about him all day. His every touch made her feel alive and crave
GILDEONHe wasn’t supposed to leave Roselia yet, but Arah had been battering at the edges of his mind all day. He needed to see her tonight, or he’d lose it. She wasn’t at home or in her studio, though her scooter was parked outside.Gildeon had Ghulik track her scent, which led them to a bar on the beach strip. The goblin then disappeared into the crowd—probably to gawk at women or hunt for couples making out in dark corners.Shaking his head, Gildeon scanned the area. He immediately spotted Arah’s blue curls, a bright splash amidst the sea of gyrating bodies. Colored lights bathed the scene, casting shadows on her slender arms raised overhead.Gildeon stood there, catching glimpses of Arah through the shifting crowd. Heat surged through him as he watched her—seductive, free, sweat glistening on her smooth skin. Her curves, tightly wrapped in maroon, swayed with each move. She danced as if lost in her own world, owning the space, oblivious to everything.A burning desire ignited with
GILDEONGhulik’s snores grated in his ear, loud and guttural. He had no idea how the goblin had managed to get himself drunk. Meanwhile, Arah sat in silence beside him, staring out the open window. Gildeon kept his mouth shut, giving her space—at least until she sobered up. She had never drunk this much before, and it was a miracle she hadn’t accidentally conjured a tornado right in the middle of the bar.The truth was, he didn’t really know what else she was capable of. Sigilmaker sylphs were a rare presence in Shamibar, and all he had were the assumptions he’d made from observing Arah so far.He stole glances at her now and then, the night breeze whipping at her flushed face and tangling her messy curls. Even in this state, she looked mesmerizing. The hem of her dress had hitched up her creamy thigh, and the thought of her riding him right there in the car filled his mind. It took all his willpower not to pull over and fuck her senseless.To tamp down the heat rising within him, he
GILDEONHer words hit him square in the chest. Part of him wanted to tell her he had never meant to hurt her—that he still cared, even if he’d failed to show it.But the confession lodged in his throat, choked by all the things left unsaid.Another tear rolled down her cheek, and something inside him stirred. Without thinking, he bridged the gap between them, his hand reaching out to brush the tear away with his thumb. His gaze bore into her blue eyes, still simmering with resentment yet tinged with hope. They reminded him of that sylph girl from long ago, the same fire in their eyes.And he had made them both cry.Gildeon parted his lips, ready to let Arah in—not completely, but just enough to lift the weight pressing down on him.But then his rational side yanked him back hard. ‘Remember what's at stake,’ the voice in his head snapped. ‘You're not here to fucking play the role of a real husband.’“You’re tired. Get some sleep,” he said, his tone distant as his hand dropped from her
GILDEONOne hand grabbed her hip, while the other shoved her dress up, baring the smooth expanse of her thighs.“What are you…” Arah stammered, her eyes widening in shock. A deep red spread across her face.With a rough pull, he yanked her underwear down, the fabric ripping in his hands before it fell to the floor, making her gasp. The scent of her arousal hit him like a potent drug.His breath hovered over the soft blue curls above her pussy—so fucking perfect—and his fingers traced her center, finding the slick wetness already there, waiting for him.He glanced up to gauge Arah’s reaction once more, but she quickly averted her eyes, as if ashamed of just how much he had turned her on despite her protests.His mouth followed where his fingers led, his tongue swiping forcefully along the center of her folds, tasting her, savoring the slick heat. She trembled, bracing her elbows on the bar top. A loud moan escaped her as his tongue circled her clit, the pressure intensifying with each
ARAHShe woke up soaked in sweat and tears, her skull pounding as if it might split open. Was this just a hangover? What about the deep, lingering ache in her chest?The dream she’d just had was too intense—her sobbing, shaking, screaming at Gildeon in fury. Maybe it was just her subconscious replaying her grievance from last night. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her dreamed rage stemmed from something else, something she couldn’t quite remember.The last thing she could recall from that dream was her saying, “I will end you, one day!”She let out a dry laugh. Her subconscious must’ve gone too far with that, even considering how she currently felt.Her head throbbed again, and she winced as she rolled off the bed and walked out of her room. The house was quiet, except for Barky, who stirred at her footsteps and padded over to her. Heading to the kitchen, the memory of last night froze her: her daring to challenge Gildeon, him reminding her of her place in his life—a wife,
ARAHShe had no clients booked for the morning, so she took the opportunity to tidy up her studio. With earphones in, she let an audiobook play on her phone—a story about a human girl falling for an alien amidst a war between their species. The premise had sounded silly to her at first, but it quickly became a welcome escape from the unhappy thoughts and memories she was desperate to avoid.The tale drew her in, sparking her curiosity about how beings from two entirely different species could find a way to fall for each other. To mate, even.‘That would be interesting,’ she thought.As she organized her desk drawers, her gaze landed on her logbook, and the morning’s incident flashed in her mind. Instinctively, she pulled it out and flipped to the page where she’d recorded the names of all the clients she’d given the Clover Wish to.The narrator’s voice became muffled in the background as she read over Plumber Paul’s and Jessie’s information. They both had the same tattoo. They both di
ARAHShe watched as he sat up and pulled out his notebook.“I’ve spoken to Miss Jessie Greene’s friends. They mentioned she stopped by here a few weeks ago for a…” He flipped through his notes, scratching his temple. “Clover Wish tattoo. Is that correct, Mrs. Ayadi?”“Yes,” she replied.“And that’s the same tattoo Paul Hernandez had, correct?”She nodded, hesitating. As if sensing the question forming in her mind, he added, “The coroner’s office showed me the photos right before his body was stolen.”Her mouth fell open. Given the long delay for Plumber Paul’s supposed public funeral, she'd already suspected the rumor was true. But hearing it confirmed by a law enforcer made it all the more real. The image of that beastly hand in the video flickered in her mind, raising her suspicions once again. But her focus snapped back to Agent Durante as the rustling of papers grew loud from his direction.“So did Elise McKinney,