Marked From Birth
Audrey slumped against the throne, her eyes closed, her energy completely spent.
And Lucas?
He stood in the center of the hall, looking down at his right side. His silver arm was gone. In its place was a cauterized shoulder, the skin glowing with a faint, permanent silver luminescence. He had traded his limb for the life of the world.
"Lucas..." Audrey whispered, reaching for him.
He looked at her, a tired, beautiful smile on his face. He knelt beside her, his one remaining arm pulling her close. "I told you, Audrey. I’d rather be a man of flesh and standing by your side... even if there’s less of me to go around."
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