The Legacy Of Hedonia: Forbidden Paradise -

Kaelen spun. A man leaned against the vault door. He was beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful. His irises shifted colors like oil on water. He wore the uniform of the Ministry of Abstinence, but it was unbuttoned three buttons too low.

“You shouldn’t be here, Archivist,” a voice whispered from the shadows. It was a voice that dripped like honey—unregulated, dangerous. the legacy of hedonia: forbidden paradise

Kaelen’s throat went dry. “This is heresy.” Kaelen spun

He turned the page.

“I am the hangover,” he said, stepping closer. “The memory of the party. The itch you’re not allowed to scratch. My name is Lux. And that book you’re holding? That’s my biography.” ” he said

Kaelen looked up at Lux. His eyes were wet.