My Mate's Father Claimed Me
We crashed through shattered stone and scorched earth, blades flashing, power slamming into power, every strike he landed fed on the fracture in my focus, every strike I returned carried fury sharpened by fear.
I drove him back, step by brutal step.
“You were always predictable,” Darius said between blows. “Love makes you slow.”
I caught his wrist mid-swing and twisted until bone cracked. He screamed, more in rage than pain, and I used the opening to drive my blade through his shoulder, pinning him to the broken pillar behind him.
“You mistake love for weakness,” I said, breath heaving. “That is why you lose.”
Darkness bled from his wound instead of blood, crawling back toward him like livin
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