The Curse of Alpha Danearo
I choked back a scream, knees buckling, but his hold was too firm, keeping me upright.
With each heart's slam against my ribs, the pulse thrummed through my skull, into me, binding me, claiming me in ways I couldn’t tell.
I could not breathe.
There was such deep silence when Danearo looked at me. It was as if he were feeling the same thing, only expressed differently.
I would rather have torn my skin apart, clawed my flesh, attempted to lessen what was happening to me-
But I couldn't do any of that.
"Norak, gra'ak tor'vak ma'kai," (Now, she belongs to me) Danearo growled, voice like the final toll of a death bell.
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