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...
A guttural growl rolls across the cave like distant thunder, shaking the air. Alice's voice slices through it, cold steel in the dark.
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Alice: Maggie ... I should've known. You're too deluded by your own paranoia to think straight.
Margaret's skin ripples and peels away, revealing a twisted, fangless visage—her attempt at terror collapsing into absurdity. Alice throws back her head and erupts in manic laughter, the sound sharp enough to crack bone.
Alice : Oh, please. You're pathetic. I almost feel sorry for you—almost.
Unfazed, Margaret's form coils again, shoulders widening, posture regal. Her lips curl into a disdainful sneer.
Margaret : Choose your words with caution, Alice. Fangs or not, I wield power you can't fathom.
Alice's pulse spikes, a tremor beneath her cool mask, but she shrugs it off like a weak breeze.
Alice : Maybe so. But let's not forget: your precious masters have orders—no harm to little me.
Margaret's growl deepens, resonating like a beast forced into a cage. Her eyes flash defiance.
Margaret : I answer to no one. I captured you ...
Alice cuts in, her tone a razor's edge, eyes blazing with ruthless clarity.
Alice : Save it, Maggie. We all know this circus circles back to that fool Nathaniel and his witch-puppet. You're just a pawn, a sacrificial token in their twisted game. You don't have the brains to plot this mess, let alone escape it.
Fumes of crimson smoke snarl from Margaret's nostrils, an inferno of fury.
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Margaret : Keep insulting me and I'll bleed that smug grin right off your face!
Alice chuckles, dark amusement glinting in her gaze.
Alice : You can't. I'm untouchable.
Margaret's chest rises and falls like a stormy sea, arms crossing as if to contain the rage spilling from her veins.
