{"The sweetness of forbidden desire is the forbidden itself." }
I left Paradise Coven exactly at midnight, the cover of darkness shielding me as I made my way to Hanka Island. Instead of taking the usual route, a predictable choice ripe for an ambush, I opted for the sea, diving into the cold embrace of the water. Each stroke cut through the waves, and by the time I reached the shore, my body hummed with both exertion and anticipation. I paused briefly, scanning my surroundings. No signs of pursuit. Good. The last thing I needed was Lord Marcel's goons or the Royal Guards tailing me.
Pushing deeper into the island, I let my senses take the lead. The salty tang of the sea air gave way to the earthy scent of damp foliage, but beneath it all, I sought something familiar, his scent. My heart raced as I navigated through the dense forest, anxiety curling in my gut.
