Elara’s laughter echoed through the forest, sending shivers down Gabriel’s spine. “Fear not, dear traveler,” she purred, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. “In Nightshade Hollow, harm is but a fleeting concern.”
As the night wore on, Gabriel found himself ensnared in Elara’s spell, his resistance crumbling with each passing moment. He was drawn to her with a magnetic pull, unable to tear himself away from her intoxicating presence
