Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
The dragon’s core hissed and smoked, coiling into the fractures.
I swore under my breath, hammering like my life depended on it, gripping it like it was part of me. Every blow, every vibration, every shudder of metal was me screaming, crying, begging.
“Don’t… break… not now…” I rasped, sweat in my eyes, dripping into my hair. Lips moving without sound,
I muttered apologies, oaths, confessions, raw, filthy words to a broken sword that was still Lachlan, still alive, still mine. And I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
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