I recently found out that I’m a witch and that I can heal by touch. It’s a rare gift—and then a real hunt begins for me. Demid (or the Dark Lord, as they sometimes call him) is the best at it. He’s done… a lot of things. Enough that I should have hated him and never sought to meet him.
At first, I thought he might be my stalker. Then I decided it was Christian. But then I realized there’s no romance here at all. Both of them were protecting me because I’m needed for some ritual.
I think Demid will try to take me back. But I’ll do everything to stand against him.