WHAT IF

confession left her reeling, and yet, deep down, it somehow made sense. His mysterious allure, the way he seemed to know

d for the first time, she saw a flicker of something unguarded in his eyes. He wasn't just the playboy neigh

aid quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

pounding in her chest. "What are

kin. "I'm not just human. My family... we come from a long line of sorcerers, guardians of ancient magic that flows throug

er suspecting that it held anything more than sleepy streets and quiet people. But n

r voice trembling. "Wher