Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate
CHAPTER 35 – Heart of the Storm
The cavern shook with the roar of fire, molten walls reflecting the chaotic dance of blue and gold flames. Rowan’s palms glowed bright, sparks leaping from her mark as she formed a ring of golden fire around Azeriel.
“Enough hiding,” she called, her voice steady even as the heat pressed against her. “I’m ending this.”
Azeriel laughed, the sound slicing through the roaring flames. “Ending this? You don’t even understand it yet, Rowan.” He raised a hand, and blue fire surged, colliding with her golden circle. The ring cracked and warped, sparks showering around them.
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