Crimson Outcast
“Then I heard you. And it listened to me because I was listening to you.”
I caught her hand, pressing it to my lips. The bond between us thrummed, alive, undeniable. “You terrify me,” I admitted, voice low. “Not because of what you can do, but because of how much I need you. If you burn, Amara, I burn with you.”
Her lips parted, but no words came. Only the shimmer of unshed tears, the fire in her gaze both fierce and fragile.
I pulled her into my arms, holding her against me as though the world itself might try to tear her away. Her head rested against my chest, her breathing uneven, but the power that had rattled the walls hours ago was quiet now. Contained.
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