Valerian Cross 3    

There he stood—a man of striking perfection. His sharply defined features were framed by dark hair, while glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose, accentuating his mesmerizing amber eyes. Tall and slender, he exuded an effortless grace, his presence so captivating it made the storm outside feel almost poetic.

I couldn't help but whisper, "Oh my . . . villain . . ."

"Are you Evelyn Night? The witch?" he asked in a smooth, confident tone that carried a no nonsense edge.

I stood there, astonishment and amusement swirling inside me. It seemed that this time, the villain was the one who set out to find me.

I had just been upstaged by a man who might have been the leading man in my very own supernatural rom-com—only he were the villain of the story.

Looks like the show has begun. Time to get into character!

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