"You're staring again," a voice like shifting gravel whispered near her ear.
The Shadow King, Kallias, moved through the crowd like a predator through tall grass. He was physically unreachable—swathed in a literal aura of shadows that kept everyone at a five-foot distance. To touch him was to die, or so the rumors claimed. To Alessandra, it was simply a puzzle to be solved. The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller
"He touches nothing he doesn't intend to destroy," the guard replied. "You're staring again," a voice like shifting gravel
The shadows in the Slytherin-esque court of the Shadow King didn't just flicker; they breathed. Alessandra Stathos stood at the edge of the ballroom, her gown a midnight silk that felt like armor. She didn't want the King’s heart because she loved him—she wanted it because he was the only thing standing between her and a crown of her own. To touch him was to die, or so the rumors claimed