His Straight Pet
he cries, voice strained, and I nod, guarding Raymond like my life depends on it.
The barrier shatters with a bang, and we’re in—Selene’s ritual room, a large altar burning crimson, Raymond’s blood vial at the center, runes ticking down like a bomb. My belly tightens, ‘cause it’s real—Calix’s resurrection is so damn close. Raymond stumbles, pallid as a ghost, and I catch him, holding him fast. “No you don’t,” I say, my voice breaking, and his light’s warm against me, our bond like a fire keeping us alive. I kiss him, desperate, tasting sweat and anxiety, and mutter, “You’re stronger than this, sunshine.”
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