Ashes of Six
He looked at me like every prophecy he’d ever studied had just stepped out of legend and landed in his arms.
Lucien… gods, Lucien. His fangs gleamed red with mercenary blood, his eyes a feral crimson, but they fixed on me with hunger that had nothing to do with flesh. He wiped his mouth, slow, deliberate, and I knew it wasn’t the kill that excited him. It was me, blazing, burning, undeniable.
The mercenaries fell back, but the heirs stepped closer.
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