Asha Clare

"I should have left you in the woods," I spat, my fingers tightening around the hilts of my daggers. "You're arrogant, cruel, and everything I hate."

Kairo didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped directly into my guard, forcing the twin blades to bite into the silk of his shirt. One rested over his heart, the other pressed against the vein in his neck.

"Then do it," he challenged, a thin trail of blood already blooming against his collar. "Cut the thread, Asha. Or simply admit that the only reason you're still holding those daggers is because you're afraid of what you'll do with your hands if you drop them."

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Dreams shouldn't leave bruises, but his words do. Every night he's there, a shadow I hate and a face I can't forget. I try to push him out of my mind, but it's impossible. Then monsters attack, ripping through the life I thought I loved.

Everything I knew, everything I trusted, turns out to be a lie.

They send me to a school for people like me, people I didn't even know existed. A place to train, to fight, to survive against things that want me dead. Nothing here is ordinary. Nothing about me is ordinary anymore. Every lesson, every challenge, pushes me further than I ever imagined I could go.

And he is there too, watching me with eyes that seem to see straight into my soul, glaring as if he owns the chaos around us. He is infuriating, infuriatingly powerful, and somehow tied to everything I am and everything I'm about to become.

I may not understand a lot about what's going on in my life, but I know one thing for sure.
A man with a god complex is dangerous, but a man who is the child of one is way worse.

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This story contains mature themes and inappropriate language, not suitable for all audiences. For a full list of TWs, please go at the beginning of the book, under "author's note".
Reader discretion is advised.

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Status: ONGOING
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