Dylan Moore Audiobook Novels & Stories

Dylan. He was storming through the doorway, weapon ready, eyes scanning the chaos until they landed on us. The second he saw Mimi—bloodied, still—his face crumbled. Dylan’s boots thundered across the concrete, but I barely registered him. All I heard was the hammering of my own heart, the ragged gasp of my breath. I pressed Mimi’s limp body to my chest, her blood slick against my skin, and I cried—silent tears streaking through the grime.

Dylan’s voice cut through the silence again, lazy but sharp. “I still can’t believe this.” He drawled as he saw my eyes shifted from gold to their original brown in a way that you could tell was definitely not intentional, even from the way I shook my head. “The great General, our cold, merciless General reduced to silence by a woman leaning on his shoulder. You’re gone, my friend. Completely gone.” Dylan muttered as he snickered enjoying the fact that I was suffering especially for something they would never have thought possible it they didn't see themselves.