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Chapter 38 - Fever Born of Fire

ผู้เขียน: Quinn Montclair
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Ronan

Eli is half-sprawled in the snow, panting, flushed with pain and heat. The bond pulses between us like a living brand, screaming for what it wants. For what it needs. And still, still, this little fucker has the audacity to look me in the eye and say,

“Fine. I’ll come back, but I have some conditions.”

My brows lift slowly. “Conditions.”

I swear to the gods I’m going to kill him.

He nods, wobbling where he crouches. Even in the state he’s in, blood drying in his hair, the reek of Redmaw still clinging to his skin, he lifts his chin like he’s got teeth worth baring.

“You think you’re in a position to negotiate?” I step closer, and he sways like he might collapse.

“You’re one more breath from being spread out and filled so deep you forget your own name, and you want to have a little chat?”

He glowers, but his whole body betrays him. Steam curls off his skin in slow spirals. His scent thickens, sweet and maddening. The heat has returned in full, boiling inside him. I can feel it c
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