"𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆
𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕."
𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆
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Alyssandra whispered a spell, her palm pressed neatly against the room she was trapped in. A sharp breath escaped her when it didn't work. Somehow, this room was magic proof.
The ink on her wrist stared at her mockingly. She could hear Sheila's voice in her mind, repeating again and again in warning. Don't trust him. You can't trust him.
"ᛖᛚᛁᛃᚨᚺ"
Her captive. Her killer. Her undoing.
Elijah.
January 18, 2023
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soulmark | e.mikaelson (revised)
FanfictionThe room is nice at least. The carvings on the wooden bed felt expensive. There are no curtains, no windows. Instead, the space is used up by a column of shelves, filled with books ranging from fiction to academia. Her fingers grazed upon the numero...
