Lovers For The Blood Moon
The Hollow feared her because she chose love instead of power, and that made her dangerous.
She unleashed a blast of energy that shattered one of the beasts. Another swiped for her throat, but she slid beneath its claws, then spun and drove a blade of light into its core.
Across the chamber, John clashed with the cloaked heir.
Blow after blow, power met power, blood met blood.
“You’re not strong enough,” the heir sneered, grabbing John by the throat. “You fight for weakness, for love.”
John’s eyes flared. “No. I fight because of love.”
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