“You can’t escape me,” Killian whispered in my ear. I gasped as his breath grazed my temple, and I woke up with a start, glancing around the dark room. Nothing. No one was there. I exhaled shakily, but the sensation of Killian’s touch lingered like a phantom on my skin. He was haunting my dreams, invading my thoughts, and consuming my waking moments.
It had been two days since we returned, and even though he wasn’t here, I couldn’t escape his gaze—the memory of it burned into my mind.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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