The Shadows Between Us By | Tricia Levenseller

Kallias didn't pull away. Instead, the shadows wrapped around her wrist—not crushing, but tethering. "A dangerous ambition."

"I don't do 'safe,'" she smiled, her eyes bright with the thrill of the hunt. "It's far too boring." To help me tailor the next part of this story, tell me:

The shadows in the Slytherin-esque court of the Shadow King didn't just flicker; they breathed. Alessandra Stathos stood at the edge of the ballroom, her gown a midnight silk that felt like armor. She didn't want the King’s heart because she loved him—she wanted it because he was the only thing standing between her and a crown of her own. The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

Should Alessandra face a or an assassin first?

"You're staring again," a voice like shifting gravel whispered near her ear. Kallias didn't pull away

That night, she didn't wait for an invitation. As the music swelled into a haunting cello melody, she stepped into his path. The shadows around him hissed, rising like cobras.

A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his handsome, pale features. The shadows recoiled slightly, reacting to his internal shift. For a second, the barrier thinned. "It's far too boring

Alessandra didn't flinch. She turned to find the King's Master of Guard, a man whose eyes were as cold as the floorboards. "It’s hard not to stare at a man who wears darkness like a cloak. Tell me, does he ever actually touch the ground, or does the abyss carry him everywhere?"