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He had intended to break her, to use her soul to satisfy the bargain that kept him tethered to this realm. But as the cultists closed in, realizing Rae had seen too much, Leon found himself standing between her and the darkness he was born from.

Leon didn’t believe in the legends of Abaddon until he saw the girl with the eyes of a storm.

But when he cornered Rae in the ruins of the old chapel, she didn’t scream. She looked at him with a terrifying curiosity that made his cold heart stutter. Her Soul to Take by Harley Laroux

"I'm worse," Leon growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle the very floorboards. He moved into the sliver of moonlight, showing her the jagged marks on his skin and the hunger in his gaze. "I am the debt this town owes."

He realized then that he didn't just want her soul. He wanted the fire that kept it burning. In a world of cold rituals and blood sacrifices, Rae was the only thing that felt alive—and he would tear the world apart to keep her that way. "Run," he commanded, his shadow stretching out like wings. He had intended to break her, to use

"You're not a ghost," she whispered, her camera dangling forgotten against her chest.

"Not without you," she replied, reaching out to touch the monster’s hand. But when he cornered Rae in the ruins

Rae was a wanderer, a photographer of broken things, and she had just stepped into the center of a centuries-old cult’s hunting ground. Leon, a shadow given flesh and bound by ancient blood, was supposed to be the predator. He was the monster that the town whispered about, the soul-stealer who thrived on fear.