Crosshairs

<p><strong>Lumia</strong></p><p><strong> </strong> I am a healer of broken souls a therapist who guides others through their chaos. My life is carefully ordered my magic hidden a secret I've kept even from myself. Until he stormed into my office a titan of war and called me his gift. Cillian. He tore down my carefully constructed walls saw the wild witch beneath and claimed me with a primal hunger that awakened a dangerous thrill within me. He says I am his peace the stillness in his storm. But how can a healer survive being tethered to a Horseman of the Apocalypse especially when an Arch-Angel seeks to cleanse all that we are? I am not a pawn nor a possession. I am a witch and if he thinks he can simply claim me he's in for a war of his own.</p><p><br> </p><p><strong>Cillian</strong></p><p><strong> </strong> For centuries I have been chaos incarnate the Horseman of War a force of destruction. My purpose is battle my existence defined by the unending storm within me. Then I found her. Lumia. A healer a witch of quiet power a woman who looked into my eyes and saw not the monster but the terrified man underneath. She is my gift the peace I've been running from a dangerous paradox that threatens to dismantle everything I am. Now an Arch-Angel of Shadows hunts us seeking to eradicate all that is not of the light. He will expect brute force fire against fire. He will not expect the subtle unyielding power of the witch I will unleash. She is mine my peace my power and the war I am finally ready to fight.</p><p><br> </p>