Born of Ash and Night
“Damn right.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “If you do… it will hurt.”
I smile, slow and dangerous. “Funny. I’m starting to think pain and I are soulmates.”
For a moment, neither of us moves.
Then footsteps echo down the corridor—Ashton calling for Maereth, the world dragging us back into consequences and choices and gods who love their tests cruelly.
Cain steps back, jaw tight, restraint carved into every line of him.
“This isn’t over,” he says.
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