Ele chegou perto, perigosamente perto, passando as próximas palavras diretamente de sua língua para a dela: "Seu destino era ser meu equilíbrio, Alina. Seja ao menos por um momento" E ela cedeu. *final alternativo para a cena em que o Darkling conta seu verdadeiro nome a Alina.* ONESHOT

When one is dying they tend to relive their biggest regrets. In this case her regrets manifest as a physical being.

Weeks after the darklings death Alina has become hopeful that he faked his death. She has left everyone she had once believed to love in search for the man she had fallen for and nothing will stop her. Not even death as it's a constant shadow trying to take hold of her with every step she takes. Alina will do anything to find the man she loves no matter what will happen in the end.

It's her eyes.

The skin beneath Alina's collar itches.

They've been together for - too long, he supposes. Through royalty and revolutions and centuries. Sometimes they go apart from each other, but not for long: never for long. There's a pull between the two, and Aleksander likes to follow it. Sometimes.

A "missing" training scene.

Three sentences, three kisses, three meanings.

He touched her shoulder as if he owned her, and Alina snapped her teeth at the Darkling, as if she was a rabid dog, and it just made him smile.

An expansion of the time Alina spent on Nikolai's ship in Siege & Storm, featuring a sexual encounter between the Darkling and Alina. Please be warned that this story features dubious consent. Alina is not very excited about what happens between them. I have an idea for a continuation of this, just another chapter, but no promise that it'll get written!