Aurora didn't sleep.
Her body was back in her flat, but her soul still trembled from Zayne's words. "The curse doesn't let love in without pain." What the hell did that mean? And why did her skin still spark when she thought of him — like embers were tucked beneath her flesh, waiting for air?
Her mind raced with questions. Was Zayne cursed... or was she the one who brought the storm?
She stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would calm her. Instead, the bathroom light flickered. Steam curled in the air. Her reflection in the mirror looked... wrong. Her eyes were glowing. Gold.
She gasped and stumbled back. Blinked. Normal again.
The door creaked open. Fiona.
Aurora stiffened.
"Don't you knock anymore?"
Fiona leaned against the frame, shameless in a silk robe. "You blew the lights. Scared Ethan so bad he left his boxers behind."
Aurora ignored her, stepping out of the steam.
"You slept with him knowing we were together," she said coldly.
Fiona rolled her eyes. "Please. You were a placeholder. He always liked it rougher."
Aurora's fist clenched—and the glass beside the sink shattered.
Fiona jumped back. "What the f—?"
Aurora met her eyes, calm. "Stay away from me."
She walked past her, dripping and powerful.
That night, Aurora returned to Zayne's. He opened the door shirtless, a bruise blooming on his side like ink. Her eyes narrowed.
"Who did that?"
Zayne hesitated. "Some things from my past don't die easily."
She stepped in, letting the door close behind her. The silence was charged. She wanted to ask more, but instead, she reached up and touched the bruise.
He inhaled sharply. "You shouldn't..."
But she kissed him.
Not soft. Not slow. Like she was trying to silence the noise inside her.
His hands gripped her waist. Clothes disappeared. Her skin pressed against his. The world tilted. Again, the room responded—candles lit themselves, the wind hissed through closed windows, and a dark shadow rippled across the ceiling.
They didn't care. Not tonight.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, fire meeting fire, curses forgotten for a moment. Aurora felt herself unravel beneath him—then snap back together, stronger. Changed.
Later.
Zayne lay beside her, chest rising and falling like waves.
"You feel it too, don't you?" he whispered.
"The power?"
"No. The hunger. The curse feeds on desire. The more we touch, the more it takes."
Aurora turned to him, heart steady.
"Then let's starve it."
Zayne smiled. But it didn't reach his eyes.
Outside, something watched the flat from the rooftop. A figure cloaked in smoke and envy.
Fiona.
But not fully her anymore.
Preview – Episode 5: Blood on the Blackboard
The next day at Royal Crest University, a chilling scream echoed down the hallway.
In the main lecture hall, a professor collapsed mid-sentence — eyes rolled back, skin smoking as if branded from the inside. Carved into the wall behind him, glowing faintly, were the words:
"The girl is the key. Silence her before the blood moon."
Aurora stared at the message. Her hand was glowing again.
She wasn't sure if she was the hunted... or the weapon.
To be continued.