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HER TRIALS HIS TEMPTATION

The heavens do not bleed; they burn. When the King of the Skies lost his heart to the earth, his grief shattered the mortal realm. But he did not seek a replacement, he sought a vessel. With a roar of thunder, he reached down and pressed a silver brand into the skin of a newborn babe, a mark that would pulse with a fevered heat as she grew, a constant, aching reminder that her body was never truly her own. For years, she lived as a ghost, an untouchable prize for a God who had not yet come to collect. She was an outcast in a village that feared the storm in her blood, unaware that the mark on her waist was a bridge between her skin and his divine hunger. But the Sky is not the only power that watches her. While the King waited in the heights for his harvest of fire, another voice whispered secrets of bone and blood into her ear. While the world threw stones, she learned the language of the roots and the hidden, thrumming rhythm of her own desire. Now, the child of the storm has grown. She carries the emerald mercy of a healer in her palms and the violet wrath of a God in her veins. She has stepped out of the cage of her childhood and into a realm where her presence is a spark in a room full of powder. She was born to be a sacrifice. She was raised to be a bride. But as the silver mark on her skin begins to burn with a new, predatory intensity, she realizes the King doesn't just want her soul. He wants the woman she has become. The King is watching. His patience is fraying. And the lightning is coming.
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