TOO FAT TO BE LUNA
“ARIA—”
Kael’s arms around me, his body a wall between me and everything else, his voice shouting for Dr. Chen, for Marcus, for anyone — but also low in my ear, constant and close beneath the shouting, I’m here, I have you, stay with me, Aria, stay—
I convulsed.
He held on.
The curse burned.
He held on.
The power surged, retreated, surged again — white light and dark magic tearing at each other through my blood, through my bones, through the place where the mate bond sat completed and golden and absolutely unwilling to yield.
Bab Populer