BLOODLINE OF THE MOON
I whispered, barely audible.
She yanked against the chains. “No—no, you can’t—Leo, please! Untie me!” She yelled at the top of her voice, pleading.
“I have loved you, Lyra,” I started walking towards her. “But you have to understand something,” I ran my finger along her cheek, cleaning off a streak of tears from her face. “ Mercy is for the weak. History only remembers conquerors!” I whispered with a sly smile.
“Hate me if you must, Lyra. Your power is wasted on you. In my hands, it becomes destiny!” I slowly brushed her hair behind her ears, humor leaving my face.
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