Aurora’s POV
"We’re not here to fight, Mrs. Aurora," the white-haired woman said, her tone calm but edged with arrogance. "I’m only here to collaborate with you. You’re the strongest witch alive, and trust , it took us a lot of effort to find you. Now that we finally have you, please don’t be stubborn."
"Stubborn?" I snapped. "You kidnapped , dragged to this godforsaken place, and expect to just collaborate? Who the hell does that? Listen to yourself!"
"Please, lower your voice—"
"Everybody let go. Now."
She sighed, waving her hand lazily. "We can’t let you go. Be realistic."
"Goddamn you." I clenched my fists, my magic prickling beneath my skin.
"Oh, the tiger is about to roar," she said with a smirk.
"Versa," I hissed.
A small tornado spun to life in the center of the room. She laughed, waving her hand dismissively, sending it toward the window—
—but I smirked...Because it ca back with a bigger force.
The winds slamd her into the wall and dragged her halfway out the window before tossing her across the room.
Good.
And all of that without even using dark magic.
I tightened my hold on Heather, covering her face with my cloak, and bolted.
I dashed down the corridor, heart racing, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off every wall. The halls all looked the sa — endless portraits, endless doors, everything looping together like a trap.
I ran for what felt like thirty minutes before I stopped, breathless, sweat dripping down my temples. Sohow, Heather was still asleep, her tiny breaths soft against my chest.
But when I turned — the room I’d escaped from was right behind .
"What?" I gasped.
I ran again. Harder this ti. My legs burned, my lungs screaming. But when I stopped, I was still standing in the sa damn hallway.
Of course. A illusion spell.
"Damn it," I muttered, slamming my palm against the wall.
If they wanted to trap with dark magic, then I’d break it with the sa thing.
Veins darkened beneath my skin as I focused. My heart pounded, the magic inside twisting and roaring.
"Versa!"
The ground rumbled, and then the world shifted.
The walls shattered into mist, and suddenly I was standing among trees, the night air cold against my skin. Bushes rustled nearby
I turned sharply when I sensed movent.
A figure leaned casually against a tree, his body pale as moonlight, hair cascading white down his back. He was bare-chested, only a pair of dark trousers hanging loosely on his hips.
My blood ran cold. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping back.
He turned slowly, and my breath caught.
Darius.
Leon was right. His hair — white, he looked even paler now, and his eyes glead like blue frost.
"Wow," he said, smiling faintly. "Really smart. I told them not to underestimate you, but they did anyway."
I stared at him, fury rising in my throat.
"You even cracked the code of our illusion spell," he said, almost amused. "Got out in minutes. It took Dahlia three weeks. You’re more powerful than her — you just need experience."
"Stay away from ," I hissed, clutching Heather tighter. "You devil."
Aurora’s POV
He chuckled. "Is that supposed to be an insult? Because it sounds more like a complint. We are descendants of the devil, and being called one ans you recognize my strength. You’re as strong as him now."
"I don’t care," I snapped. "You’re a monster. Stay away from before I take you down myself."
"Oh, I’d really love to fight you," he said calmly, "but I don’t want to hurt you. I just want that little girl in your hands."
"Then why did you bring here?"
"I want you. Our Lord wants her."
My gaze burned into him. "You want ?"
"Don’t worry," he said with that infuriating smirk. "I’ll explain everything later."
"Versa!" I shouted, summoning another tornado.
But before I could release it, a flash of light seared my eyes. I squeezed them shut, and when I opened them again—Heather was gone.
My breath caught.
She was in his hands.
He held her easily, one arm cradling her while his other hand transford—claws extending, glinting like silver. He raised one claw toward her fragile neck.
"Please," I breathed, my heart pounding, "don’t."
"Oh, no," he said mockingly, "you just called a monster, rember? You must really think I’d harm such an innocent little thing." His tone darkened. "So pure... so fragile."
My blood boiled. "You wouldn’t dare harm even a strand of her hair. Touching her is a cri. Her parents—her father—would tear you apart."
He tilted his head slightly. "Her parents aren’t here. You are."
I cracked my knuckles, my magic pulsing under my skin. "Let her go."
"Would you really attack while she’s in my hands?" he taunted. "You’d better calm down and talk this out before you start throwing stones in a glass house."
He leaned closer, voice low. "You’ll only get hurt."
"Good," I said coldly. "Then I won’t have to hold back when I hit you."
He smirked, clearly amused.
"Fine," I said suddenly, my voice steady and sharp. "Then kill her."
His eyes widened slightly. "What?"
"Go ahead. Do it."
"What are you—"
"Versa!"
The air erupted. The tornado burst forward, slamming into him with violent force. He twisted his body, shielding Heather with his back. The impact tore through the ground, and when the winds faded, he was on one knee, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
"What are you doing?" he shouted. "You’ll hurt her! Do you want to kill her?"
"If I kill her," I said fiercely, "you’re the one in trouble. You just said your demon lord wants her. So you won’t let her die. You’ll protect her. Which ans I can attack you as much as I want."
I smirked. "Smart, isn’t it?"
He gave a low chuckle, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I said it already—you’re smart."
Then, before I could react, he vanished. A flash—blinding, white-hot.
My eyes burned. I shut them tightly, but when I opened them again, Heather was back in my arms.
I staggered backward, clutching her close.
"What the hell..." I whispered, staring at the empty space where he’d stood.
"How does he manage to do that?"
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