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The Sound of His Warlock Heart
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Lalaina "Laynie" Brock
Laynie Brock never asked to believe in magic. Yet here she was, holding her best friend’s deck—mushroom cards whispering in a language her heart somehow already knew.
Leigh Blackthorne
Leigh Blackthorne carries the kind of silence that hums before a storm. Those piercing blue eyes have seen too much betrayal, loss, and the kind of truth that burns when spoken aloud. Once hidden in the margins of other people’s stories, he’s finally stepping into his own where bloodlines blur, secrets surface, and redemption wears a familiar face.
Rain. Moonlight. Chaos.
Laynie Brock didn’t plan on running for her life—or into Leigh Blackthorne. One moment she was escaping a cursed date, the next she was clutching a stranger’s hand, chased by shadows that shouldn’t exist. Magic hummed between them even then, wild and unspoken. Neither of them knew it yet, but this was the night everything in the Hollow began to shift.
Leigh's Apartment
Leigh’s building doesn’t try to blend in—it hums with the quiet defiance of old magic disguised as modern decay. A palm tree guards the entrance, sunlight bending oddly around the doorway, like the city itself knows better than to look too closely.
The Warded Door
The sigil appeared on the red door, flared gold beneath his hand—ancient, alive, and humming with restrained power. Laynie had only meant to follow him upstairs, not step into a place that breathed magic. The door recognized him; the magic recognized her. For a heartbeat, the air between them held its breath.
Leighs Apartment
Laynie and Leigh
In the golden hush of a rain-soaked alley, time seemed to hold its breath — two souls caught on the edge of something fated, where magic met heartbeat.
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