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Chapter 43

مؤلف: Liz Gray
last update آخر تحديث: 2024-12-13 15:00:50
As they stared at one another, Katia noticed how piercing his eyes were. They were such a light shade of grey that she thought they were silver at first. His had been kissed by the sun everywhere she could see skin. She started blushing when she wondered if down there was tanned also. Of course, he
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  • Moon Touched   Chapter 337

    For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The wind whistled. My breath came ragged and fast.Then Gaia said, almost too casually, “You have blood on your face.”“Pretty sure that’s not mine,” I said, wiping at it and smearing it worse. “Better?”“You look like a toddler who lost a fight with a jam jar

  • Moon Touched   Chapter 336

    The iron bridge loomed ahead like the skeleton of something ancient and forgotten; its rusted ribs stretching across a gorge where a thin river whispered far below. The metal moaned as the wind crossed it, an old, uneasy sound that made the hairs on my neck rise. I’ve heard spirits cry quieter than

  • Moon Touched   Chapter 335

    As we trod the path toward iron and river, teams came back toward us, their faces drawn and pale. Each new arrival carried a small tragedy: children who’d been half-sold to markets that treated supernaturals like curiosities, warriors sporting fresh wounds that had been stitched with a hurry that ma

  • Moon Touched   Chapter 334

    “I’ll be back before you know it,” I lied, or maybe it was hope. “We’ll go to the woods and play. But I have something secret to tell you before I go.”Leo brightened. “What? Tell me, tell me!”I laughed softly, a sound too brittle to be convincing. “The Lunas are going to teach the children to defe

  • Moon Touched   Chapter 333

    The yelling coming from the alpha and luna office was a raw, jagged noise that didn’t belong in the steady rhythm of the packhouse. Voices were meant to be measured here, anchored by duty, by lineage; even arguments usually carried a predictable cadence. This cacophony, though, ricocheted down the h

  • Moon Touched   Chapter 332

    By the time the sun found the far sill and sat there, poised on the lip like a coin that can’t decide which way to roll, I’d worn a pattern in the dust between the water bowl and the anise fields on the map. Pathetic, I thought. But rituals make men. Even petty ones.When the door opened again, the

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