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90: BEING TERMINAL

Author: Whitney Bridge
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-11 13:23:44

DAXTON

A gasp left my lips as my eyes flew open.

The first breath I took wasn't air, it was fire. My lungs burned and everything around me screamed for attention. They were either too loud or too bright. Too fucking much.

My vision blurred, then it sharpened in an instant as though the world had slipped into an unnatural focus. Liquid heat thrummed under my skin causing me to gasp. It was power. The kind I haven't felt in such a long time. And it was surging fast like a volcano that was on the verge of erupting. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. But at least, the cursed stone that had resided in my body for so long was gone.

And then I felt her.

Arya.

She was slumped against me. She was too still.

My pulse roared in my ears as I sat up, pulling her body into my arms.

"Don't do this," I breathed, my voice hoarse. I pressed my fingers to her neck.

Her pulse was faint and she was still breathing. I nearly collapsed from the relief.

But the dread didn't leave.

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