Markbound
The hands meant to protect, to hold but now it’s empty.
“I would've dropped everything,” he said.
His voice was steel wrapped in sorrow.
“I would've burned down this entire f*cking forest if it meant one more second with you.”
His jaw tightened.
“I’m not letting you disappear again,” he vowed.
“Next time, I won’t let you run.”
***
The great hall of the Crimson Keep was dark and quiet. Tall stone pillars, covered in ivy, stood like silent guards. Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside.
Bab Populer