Iron Veve's Kiss
I pray.
The crow’s distant caw echoes through the pines.
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***Dru’s POV***
I smell a lovely spicy aroma—cinnamon? clove?—and hear a woman humming a tune I don’t recognize. Somewhere outside, wrenches clatter against metal. *Dragon’s bike.* I’d know that sound anywhere.** I cracked an eyelid, half-expecting the stained basement ceiling. Instead, sunlight filtered through turquoise curtains. *Not a dream.*
“Ah, despiertas, (Ah, you’re awake),” a voice said softly.
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