Calla's POVThe fire had burned low, casting soft orange light across the cave walls. Brynne held me close, his chest rising and falling against my back, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. The aftermath of our passion still hummed through my body … a pleasant ache between my thighs, the taste of him still on my lips. For a few stolen moments, the world outside didn’t exist. Only us. But reality always found its way back.We eventually dressed in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Brynne helped me adjust my torn dress, his fingers lingering on my shoulders. When we stepped out of the cave, the hot afternoon air hit us like a slap. The forest was quiet, the glowing flowers from the night before now closed, waiting for darkness to return.I walked a few steps ahead, breathing in the fresh air, trying to clear my head. The black veins on my wrist throbbed faintly, a constant reminder of the plague inside me. I turned to Brynne, my voice soft but steady.
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