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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
48 Chs

Chapter 41

~Drex~

Seeing Wren collapse on the cold stone floor made my blood turn cold. Fear magnified as she emptied her stomach onto the floor. I rushed to her side, lifting her trembling form into my arms, her weight barely registering as my panic took over. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, a fragile, flickering light in the shadow of my dread.

I stripped her soiled clothes with shaking hands, covering her with a blanket, trying to wrap her in warmth and safety. "Helana!" I screamed, my voice a raw mixture of fear and desperation. The sound echoed off the stone walls, amplifying my helplessness.

It was only a moment before she appeared, but it felt like an eternity. "My lord?" she said, bowing her head. Her composed demeanor was a stark contrast to my turmoil.