Destined mate
he said, voice low and broken.
“You should’ve stayed away.”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t. The mark—it pulled me here.”
He stopped.
That smile faded.
His hands trembled.
His jaw clenched.
His breathing turned ragged.
“Run.”
“I’m not leaving you,” I said.
That was the last thing I remembered before the pain.
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Third person pov— Fight Scene
Damien moved like a shadow,too fast, too strong.
One second, Luxian was reaching out. The next, he was on the ground, gasping.