His Straight Pet
“Chill, lover boy.”
Mara, Sam, and Lena blast light, burning entities. “Like the hidden realm!” Lena yells, light steady.
“Keep it up!” I say, shadows shielding Raymond. “We’re almost there!”
The ritual surges, runes dimming, entities screaming, rifts snapping shut. Raymond slumps, light dim, face pale as death. I catch him, kissing him deep, tasting blood and tears, our bond like a wildfire.
“You did it, sunshine,” I say, voice rough, holding him tight. “We did,” he whispers, smiling weak, light sparking faint.
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