Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
My wounds ache, thigh, arm, shoulder, but they’re minor, already clotting.
“We rewrote it,” I say, grinning despite the pain.
“No doomed ending.” Zane smirks, possessive.
“You’re ours, novel or not.” Ardyn nods, prince’s calm returning. “The story’s yours now.”
We limp back to the caves, Ardyn’s knights securing the area, collecting the lord’s artifacts and the elites’ gear for evidence.
The storm clears, moonlight guiding us. My fangirl heart soars, villain down, harem mine, ending changed.
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