The Lunar prophecy
she muttered to Katherine, who was fixed on the ground, uneasy under the man's piercing gaze.
Katherine's smile felt forced as she fidgeted, her fingers twisting together. "Katherine Danvers Thompson," she stammered, introducing herself.
Halo's smirk sent shivers down her spine as he took her hand, his lips grazing the back of it. His touch was cold, calculating.
Releasing her hand, Halo's gaze bored into hers. "Halo King," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Katherine's breath hitched, her heart racing. His voice was as dangerous as his appearance.
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