Captive of the Ancients

Sometimes I feel like a black cat, claws always ready to strike. Feelings? I locked those away long ago, deep in my heart, because in my world, such weakness isn't forgiven. I wished to be independent, but now I’m bound by the strength of a bond… and I hate how sweetly it hurts.

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All I wanted was peace, quiet, and time to heal old scars. Instead, the Goddess threw a girl at me who would gladly kill me with a single look – or with her scent. She’s getting under my skin in a dangerous way. We get on each other's nerves by day, and burn each other up by night. And somewhere between all the animosity, something is growing that neither of us wants to admit.