Kiss of the Dark Elf's Blade

He’s watching me.

I just want to belong. The rebels recruited me before I understood what it meant to be one of them, and for a while, I felt like I was wanted.

Now I’m invisible again – to all but him.

And then there were the gifts. They were innocent at first, beautiful trinkets.
But then they got darker, more sinister. The danger excites me, despite my better instincts. I feel treasured– and hunted. I know I should refuse.

He won’t take no for an answer.

The notes, the twisted gifts, they keep stacking up. I know I should stay away, but I can’t.
He’s forcing them on me, and I know it’s wrong. But I also know…

You can’t force the willing...