His Last Witch [Dark Romance] 18+

Prologue

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"Your world?" My voice was softer than I had intended. "There are different worlds?"

A breath fell from him. "We have a lot to go over. Maybe it's best you pretend you're in a dream," his whispers were gruff and unavoidably seductive. "Step into my world with me. Just tell the altar to open the door."

There was really no choice but to agree that this was some sort of dream. I've been having so many vivid visions, it technically didn't feel so far from the truth. "Open the door," I demanded as the flecks poured into the shape of a door brimming with the bright symbols.

"To the Manor of Night," he added, gesturing for me to demand the altar. "That's where we are headed."

"To the Manor of Night," I demanded, even if it felt ridiculous. Suddenly the door flashed and opened, granting us entry into another world. I backed away. "No—" I turned toward Maverick who was holding my hand. "—This is insane."

"Trust me," he pulled me closer, grabbing my other hand and positioning me in front of him. He then pushed me through the gate and all I see is him laughing as he followed behind.

I fell through darkness, through light, through time. Whenever I reached the other side, he was carrying me, but I was tired.
So I slept.

Whenever I woke, I was in an elegant bed.
There were people coming in and out, laughing, rejoicing, celebrating.
And there he was at my side.
"You're awake," he grinned with his usual half-smile.
He called to the others.

"The high priestess is awake."