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𝔼𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕖𝕦𝕤ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟹𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕌𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

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𝔸 𝕂𝕀𝕂𝕀𝕋𝕆 𝕃𝕐ℕℕ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪.

~ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 ~

ᴇʀɪᴄ ʟɪɴɴᴀᴇᴜs - ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏғ ᴜɴᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs, ʙᴜsɪɴᴇssᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs, ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴛɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ. ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs, ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ɪs ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ.ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏᴡʀɪᴛᴇ © ʟᴏᴜɪsᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇʏ, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶.

ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄs ᴀɴᴅ ɪʟʟᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʟɪsᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴡ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴄᴏᴘʏᴡʀɪᴛᴇ © ɴᴀᴅɪʀᴀ ᴘᴇᴅʀɪɴɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋʀɪsᴀɴᴛʏʟ, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹.

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ, sᴛᴏʀᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀᴍ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀᴏɴɪᴄ, ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ.

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 - 𝕀 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔹𝕖…ᴇʀɪᴄ ʟɪɴɴᴀᴇᴜs: ᴊᴜɴᴇ, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶.

The seal of Fae magic dissipated with a muted fizzle and the door opened, but I didn’t look up. I already knew who it was, and as the hollow footsteps crossed the room toward me, my breathing shallowed. I wished I could disappear.

I was sitting on the floor, resting against the side of the bed. I wasn’t restrained; there was no need. I couldn’t go anywhere. The room was laced with curse seals so potent I could hardly move under the weight of them, and as he came closer I readjusted, allowing my hair to fall forward to hide my emotions. How was I supposed to face him? What could I possibly say? ‘I’m sorry’, hardly seemed to cover it.

This situation was one of my own doing. A single thread had unraveled every lie and omission I had ever made, and the consequences were nothing less than I deserved. I’d told so many lies that I wasn’t even sure what the truth was anymore, and I hated myself for this whole ordeal.

Charles and Calla, justifiably, won’t speak with me, and Claire hates me… But none of that was as bad as what I had done to Nathaniel. I never meant to hurt him, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to take it back. I would gladly die a thousand more times to spare him from this pain.

“Eric,” his voice was tense, strained in a way that threatened whatever composure I had left. My chest ached, and my throat tightened as nausea washed over me. I wasn’t sure I could acknowledge him without falling apart.

“…Nathaniel,” I greeted him quietly in return. How I managed to keep my voice even is beyond me.

- Eric Linnaeus.

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