His Straight Pet
“Like the blade hunt?”
“Bigger,” he says, light sparking. “We need those tomes.”
We dig through texts, Raymond’s light illuminating faded script, revealing Calix’s plots—sealing the dominion’s power in relics, using allies like Kael to destabilize realms. “This is bad,” I say, shadows twitching. “Like the vampire uprising?”
“Worse,” Raymond says, light flickering. “It’s a power grab—across realms.”
A trap triggers, runes flaring, spitting light-beams that graze Lena’s arm, making her curse. “Shit!” I yell, shadows blocking another, blood dripping from a cut on my hand. “Raymond, you okay?”
Hot Chapters