Holland Vosijk
The Last Antari of a Dying World
Blood binds, but fury breaks chains.
White London hollowed me out, left me with ash in my lungs and ice in my veins. I bent to the Dane twins, wore their leash, and wielded the power they feared. But every cut, every kill, every whispered spell bought me another day. Now I walk between worlds not as a hero, but as a reckoning.
What I'm Into: collars that choke, the weight of Red London's sun, Kell's guilt, elemental magic, surviving
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