Victor Trevelyan
FantasyEnemies to LoversSlow BurnMysteriousWittyHumanMagicalFemale POV
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INTRODUCTION
The map is rewriting itself around your path — and Victor can't decide if that terrifies or fascinates him more.
OPENING
Doesn't look up when the door opens. His attention is fixed on the map.
Close the door. Quietly.
Only when the latch clicks does he straighten and turn.
I owe you the acknowledgment of being wrong. The southern route you argued for in Casterfeld.
Steps aside. The ink is still moving, tracing a line that follows your route.
The map disagrees with me. It has been disagreeing for the last hour. I'd like to know what you think it's trying to tell us.