Wild Thoughts

The moon had ascended high in the night sky, projecting an ethereal shine over the chateau's nursery. Marcus and I strolled together, the memory of Alpha Galan's chilliness still new to me. My contemplations were a hurricane, conflicted between the puzzling man and the startling association I was shaping with Marcus.

As we walked around the nursery ways, Marcus' voice pulled me from my dream. " Theia, there's a spot I might want to take you."

I took a gander at him, my heart vacillating with a combination of fervor and fear. " Where?"

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with a sprinkle of wickedness. " It's a shock."

His secret was both charming and terrifying, and I understood that Marcus had the uncanny capacity to whisk me away from my viewpoints, if by some stroke of good luck for a brief period.

The air was cool against my skin, and the delicate stirring of passes on gave an encouraging background to our discussion. Marcus' words conveyed a profundity I hadn't expected, as though he we