Where Ashes and Oaths Collide
“So, it doesn’t hurt when I touch you?”
The calm certainty in her voice seemed to surprise Luz more than any display of fear ever could. His crimson eyes searching her face, looking for the catch, the moment when she would realize what she was inviting in. “It doesn’t hurt,” he corrected slowly, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of her hand. “But it burns. Like drinking poison and finding it tastes sweet.” His other hand moved to rest on top of hers, pressing it more firmly against the black veins near his collarbone. The dark marks pulsed visibly under her palm, reacting to her touch like embers catching oxygen. “Look at this,” he said quietly, guiding her fingers higher toward where t
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