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WHISPERS OF THE BLADE

작가: Merryn
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-08-19 03:43:43
POV: ARAYA

The clearing reeked of steel, sweat, and the faint scorch of Hollowflame still cooling in the dirt. My arms ached from last night’s drills, bruises blooming beneath my skin like wildflowers—and still Dorian demanded more.

He circled me now, shirt plastered to his shoulders, blade catching threads of fading light. No teasing curl to his mouth. No smirk in his eyes. Which meant this wasn’t training. This was a lesson—and it would hurt.

Nyxara purred in the back of my skull, velvet and fangs. Stop watching his arms, little flame. Watch his hips. That’s where the kill comes from.

“I am watching his hips.”

Mhm. In the way a starving wolf watches a feast.

Heat flushed my throat—not from exertion. Not entirely.

Dorian lunged. Steel clashed, the shock racing from my wrists to my ribs until my whole body felt strung too tight. He pressed me back a step, then another, until my shoulders struck the training post.

I twisted free, blade snapping for his ribs. He blocked
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