“MY ROOM, MY KINGDOM EIRIK I glared at the ceiling. Three days my mother had kept me in here. Three days of cold food, a hard bed, and complete isolation. When not cursing her, I’d tortured myself with what I could be doing back on Earth—hanging out with Raine and courting Cora. Just because I came from a gene pool filled with magic didn’t mean I had abilities, too. I wasn’t a shifter, and I couldn’t wave a stick and cast spells or cause lightning like my mother. If I could have premonitions... like my father, I would have foreseen the chain of events leading to another man taking my girl and stopped it. Cora would be mine. Shuffles came from the left, and I shifted my head to study my visitor on the sly from underneath my lashes. She was a pretty little thing with brown hair and dimples. Yep, I’d noticed the dimples. Never cared for them. They messed with the smooth planes of a face, and hers could be considered perfect. If I had my camera, I’d capture the stubborn set of her jaw and her flashing eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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