Raylin

Rome shook his head, his gaze locked on hers. "It’s a key. And it looks like you’re the only one who can turn it."

As Sage reached for the coin, her fingers brushed his. A spark, bright and sharp, leapt between them. In that instant, the bookstore's humming grew into a roar. The books on the shelves began to glow with a faint, pulsing light, and the shadows in the corners of the room stretched and shifted, taking on the forms of creatures that definitely weren't human. raylin

It happened on a Tuesday, just as the sun was dipping behind the jagged peaks of the nearby mountains. A man walked in, his presence immediately making the narrow aisles feel smaller. He was Rome Baker, a local with eyes that seemed to hold the same deep, restless energy as the surrounding woods. Rome shook his head, his gaze locked on hers

Sage looked at her hand, where a faint, silver mark was beginning to bloom on her skin—a mark that matched the one on Rome’s neck. A spark, bright and sharp, leapt between them