Bound by broken pieces
The shadow lunged again, impossibly fast, claws slashing the air with a scream that tore at the night, and Kenneth rolled us aside with fluid, practiced motion, firing with perfect rhythm, guiding us both through the storm, and I mirrored him instinctively, body pressed to his, hands finding their place on the flex of his chest, the strength of his arms, the heat of his back, a rhythm of survival and intimacy that had become a singular, unstoppable force, a current that pulsed through the chaos and through us both, connecting us in ways that no predator, no shadow, and no forest fire could disrupt.
His lips brushed my temple as he whispered instructions, his voice rough, low, vibrating throu
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