Tears' Curse
The coppery scent of blood intensified, growing richer as it soaked into the red metallic chains on his head.
Miracle shut her eyes, trying hard to stay focused, to resist Arlyaen's twisted game. But with Melvin being attacked, she was losing her grip—losing herself.
"See?" Arlyaen cackled. "I told you. Love is a weakness, and you just proved it." He lifted his saber again, this time its tip crackling with bright sparks of energy. "Second chance, white dragon. Pearl or your so-called love?"
Miracle pursed her quivering lips, blue-red shades flashing behind her eyes as she fought to break free. But the green whiffs enveloping the cuffs around her were too strong. The more she called for her p
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