HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE
But I could tell—even they weren’t sure if I was still on their side.
The creatures, those twisted, corrupted things, hesitated for only a moment before surging forward again. Whatever humanity they once had was gone, their snarls guttural, their hunger unmistakable.
I didn’t think. I just moved.
With a flick of my wrist, fire leapt from my palm, slamming into the nearest creature. It screamed—a sound that was not human, nor entirely animal—before it crumbled to ash.
The others hesitated now, their glowing eyes flicking toward their fallen companion. But hesitation wasn’t enough to stop them.
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