Blood of The Shattered Moon
I reach out and place my hand against his chest, right over the mark, and feel it pulse beneath my palm.
"Maybe I want to be ruined," I whisper.
His breath catches, and his hand comes up to cover mine, pressing it harder against the cursed mark. The shadows surge, responding to the contact, and I gasp as power floods through me—his power, dark and intoxicating and terrifyingly vast.
"Sevia" My name comes out strangled, desperate.
"Kiss me," I breathe.
"I can't"
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