FionaMy blood ran cold. “Damascus,” I whispered. Orion stumbled to his feet, body hunched forward, and his breathing labored. His back had become a map of fresh burns, ripped skin and dried blood. And yet, he somehow found the strength to bare his teeth. “You bastard. You should be dead,” he growled. Damascus took a step into the stable, moonlight catching the glint in his eyes. He didn’t bother hiding the wide gash across his chest, or the blood pouring from his side. But he was walking. Breathing. And smiling. “Well, I was dead,” he said with a chuckle. “You had a silver blade to my chest—good aim by the way. But there’s a secret, one I’m sure you’d be interested to hear.”Orion narrowed his eyes. “I’m only interested in one thing—another chance to slice through your heart.”“Oh, so you do believe in second chances,” he walked closer to a horse, carefully caressing its back with his bloodied hand, like a lover admiring a cherished relic. “Let me tell you one thing about second
Last Updated : 2025-10-18 Read more