In this fourth and last book of the MAGIC OF LOVE series we meet the youngest son of Jace Haronnate Nicolae and his grandson - son of Stefan - JJ. But the two aren't alone. They're joined by Damon and Elena, the children of Sebastian and Lois, and J...
The sun looms high in the sky, a scorching orb of brilliance, casting its warm glow over an expanse of serene, unblemished snow. The heavens above are a deep azure, perfectly clear, devoid of any clouds to soften the sun's relentless rays. Its light dances on the snow's surface, transforming the landscape into a dazzling spectacle, as though it were draped in a luminous cloak embellished with countless sparkling crystals.
The air is crisp and thin, invigorating yet icy, a stark contrast to the sun's intensity, while the profound stillness of the mountains blankets the surroundings in an almost sacred quietude. Everything feels timeless and pristine, as if existence itself has been suspended at this lofty pinnacle, the realm of the gods.
This tranquility is abruptly shattered when Connor bursts forth from the rustic hut, slamming the weathered door behind him with a forceful thud. He careens across the glittering expanse, his boots kicking up puffs of powdery snow, hurling a torrent of expletives that would surely make even the most hardened soul blush. In hot pursuit is Lucifer, who swiftly gains ground before seizing him by the arm, halting his reckless flight.
Lucifer : Connor, wait, damnit!
Frustration laces his voice as he thrusts his hand forward, a gesture that momentarily halts Connor's furious pace. Connor's turns to fix a fierce glare upon Lucifer, who stands resolute, his expression a mix of concern and urgency.
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Connor : Wait for what? That bastard in there doesn't know anything! This whole encounter was a fucking waste of time.
Connor's voice rings out, filled with a raw, simmering anger that echoes against the cold, stark walls of the dimly lit room. Lucifer, sensing the tempest within his son, steps closer and gently places his hand on his cheek, grounding him with a touch that radiated warmth.
Lucifer : It's perfectly reasonable to feel that way, my son. That bastard in there was nothing short of a nightmare for you. But no, we didn't waste our time at all. On the contrary, we uncovered a crucial truth.
Connor releases a heavy exhale, the weight of their mission pressing down on him.
Connor : Yes, we learned that Nathaniel, that damn asshole, has hidden my Grace somewhere in the vast expanse of the desert. But where? There are endless stretches of sand—20% of the planet is a desolate sea of grains. How will we ever find it?
His voice trembles with the enormity of their task, frustration seeping through every word. Lucifer's gaze hardens with determination, a glint of unwavering resolve shining in his eyes.
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