His Straight Pet
“Love’s not weakness.”
The hunter sneers. “You think that saves you?”
“It already has,” I whisper, and light flares again—bright, pure, bursting from my chest.
The ground cracks. The ruins tremble.
“Ray!” Jude yells, shadows curling around me, keeping me steady. “Control it!”
“I’m fine,” I gasp. “I’ve got it—”
The hunter charges again, screaming. “You’ll never cleanse the blood!”
I meet his strike with my palm, light and shadow colliding in a thunderclap. Energy ripples, tearing the air.
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