An eminent girl who was known for her profound capability to exterminate any evil existence not knowing the fated ones she has eagerly searched for centuries are the feracious vampire kings that enjoy basking themselves in darkness. Nevertheless, be...
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2003
Mavis sat on the balcony, her golden eyes staring blankly at the glittering cityscape below. The soft hum of distant traffic blended with the occasional gust of wind, but none of it registered. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the encounter at the casino over and over like a broken record.
Her mates had found her.
She drew in a shaky breath, clutching the railing tighter as she fought to keep her composure. Atlas stood behind her, his familiar presence grounding her even as her thoughts spiraled. He hadn't said much since they'd left the casino—his silence was loud enough.
"You've been quiet" Atlas finally said, his voice low and steady. It was the same voice he always used when he was trying to coax her out of her head.
Mavis didn't turn around. "I'm thinking"
"About them?" he asked, stepping closer. His tone was carefully neutral, but she could hear the tension beneath it. He wasn't fond of the kings, not after everything they'd put her through.
She nodded, her fingers curling against the cool metal of the railing. "Marcus spoke to me"
Atlas stilled, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. "When?"
"At the casino" Mavis replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "While you were dealing with that dealer... distraction"
Atlas frowned, his jaw tightening. "What did he say?"
Mavis hesitated, her golden eyes flickering with a mix of emotions—confusion, frustration, and a hint of something softer. "He said he just wanted to talk. That they weren't angry, but it wasn't just that, Atlas" she turned to face him, her voice trembling slightly. "It felt... different. He wasn't trying to force me back. He looked sad. Like he was... mourning"
Atlas's expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. "Don't let him manipulate you, Mavis. He's one of them. They'll say whatever it takes to get you to come back"
"I know" Mavis said quickly, her voice firm despite the unease in her chest. "I know what they're capable of. But Marcus... he's not like the others, Atlas. He's always been the quiet one, the one who feels more than he shows. And when he spoke to me, it felt real"
Atlas scoffed, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Real or not, it doesn't change the fact that they hurt you. They kept secrets from you, Mavis. Secrets that broke you"
