Zyran’s POV“Claim her.”That was the first thing Storm snarled in my head. Not a suggestion or a request but a damn command laced with heat, madness, and that insatiable urge to brand what was ours.My eyes stayed fixed on the girl curled on the floor, her clothes were torn, dirt and blood streaked her face, and yet she still looked like danger and not too far from her, three bodies laid twisted, broken, lifeless.Dead.Good.Because who the fuck told them they could touch her?Even if the entire academy wanted to turn a blind eye, even if they thought she was weak, cursed, out of place in this system-made hellhole, everyone knew she was mine. They fucking knew and still dared to think of touching her.The thought that they think they could strip her, shame her, harm her like she was some easy, disposable meat, I wish I can kill them again and again. When it comes to this sarcastic, sharp-tongued little demon who had the nerve to roll her eyes at me the first day we met, the one who
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