"Nimrah's fist curled against the wall near Malka's ear, like she had done in the confessional. This time, vines sprouted from the stone, hissing as they unfurled. 'Don't taunt me, Malka.' "
losing control over her magic as her crush is testing the waters on her feelings 👀
— Aug 04, 2026 10:22AM
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