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Zarek

Vaelia is mad—but I don’t care. There’s no way I’m letting that witch crawl into my mind.

The last time a witch got in there, it nearly broke me. I still wake up drenched in sweat from the nightmares—trapped in a twisted loop of memories I can’t unsee. The only thing that pulls me back is Vaelia. Her touch, her scent—it anchors me to the present, reminds me that I’m not alone in the dark.